There are few places in the world that make me want to return year after year. My family and I love Ace Adventure Resort so much, we have returned twice within one year. Located in West Virginia, the place lives up to it's state motto: Wild and Wonderful. Ace is both. Here are a few of the reasons that we keep coming back for more.
This is the swimming lake located at Ace and it is filled with giant, inflatable toys! This picture doesn't even cover the half of it. There are also floating trampolines, obstacle courses and much, much more.
Charlotte, North Carolina
Perhaps, inside of all us lurks a Nascar fan. Perhaps, not. Within my family there resides two. My husband and my father. So, it's not a big suprise that on a road trip down to South Carolina to visit my brother, we had to take a detour to Charlotte, North Carolina. Nascar capitol of the world. I have to admit that although I'm not a fan myself, I really enjoyed Charlotte. The town is filled with nice people that are quick to smile, polite and happy to point a tourist in the right direction. The town is also filled a HUGE shopping mall. So, while my husband toured a couple of these places......
and took a lot of pictures like these............
and I'm including this one, just because I like the saying.....
"Teamwork is the fuel that allows common people
to produce uncommon results"
my son and I toured the mall. I don't have any pictures of it, but I can tell you that it's a wonderful place. We spent some time at a store called Books-A-Million, and yes, they did have a million. At least. I could have spent all day there. But, we had ice cream to eat, clothes to buy and mall cops to watch as they sped around on their seques. As agreed upon, the family reunited at a little spot in the parking lot called Nascar Speedpark. Actually, not small at all. We raced these.......
and posed for pictures like this........
and we had a great time. Charlotte is a nice city, with nice people.
The Marginal Way, Ogunquit, Maine
"It's better by the sea."
Thus proclaimed a small plaque hanging in a tourist shop and I have always found it to be true. There is something calming to be found in the continuum of the ocean. Waves, one right after another come from far away, to settle upon the shore and sing a soothing lullaby as they wash over my feet. I love the ocean. To my mind there is no better coastal view than that which can be found along the Marginal Way in Maine. A scenic one and a half mile stretch that begins in the town of Ogunquit and ends in the village of Perkins Cove it's an easy, paved walk if you ever find yourself up that way.
This is the beginning of the trail, from the street in Ogunquit and heading down toward to the white, sandy beaches. If you don't stay at the beach, but continue on the walkway toward Perkins Cove you will be rewarded with breathtaking views.
As you can see by left side of the photo the walkway is paved, however most folks (us included) veer off the path to explore the rocky shore.
Some lucky people live along the way and this is the view from their backyard. We were told the sea spray reaches heights of 25 feet when it hits the rocks.
The little daredevil was all tuckered out from rock climbing.
I was taken with the colors of brown, green and blue and
all the textures of the rocks and waves. The photo just can't do it justice.
We arrived at Perkins Cove and were admiring the village when a golden retriever came out of a house behind us, walked across the bridge, stood in front of a bookstore and barked twice. A man came out with a folded newspaper and held it out to the dog, who took it in his mouth and walked back the way he came. As the dog passed us the man went back inside
the store and I turned to my husband and said, "I want to live here."
This drawbridge acts as an entrance to the harbor. When the fishing boats come in they honk their horn and someone near by runs up and presses the button on the rail, raising it so that they can pass through. Don't ask me what a boat does when no one is around. My son had a great time working the drawbridge for all the boats, though.
Check out the name of the boat leaving port. Makes me wonder-who is Anne and is she ugly or was the captain just mad at her when he named the fishing vessel?
This stone sat nestled next to the docks and reads in part,
"Dedicated to all fishermen who have sailed away forever."
Anchored in the cove and waiting for the chance to get back out to sea.
Maine felt like home to me. I hope everyone gets the chance to visit and experience the state for themselves.
My husband and I spent a child free weekend here. Great city.
I love a city that puts a giant, silver jelly bean in a park.
All the better to reflect the nighttime city skyline in.
Then the mother ship landed.
And dropped off the giant dinosaur that ate Chicago.