As a kid my travel was limited to a trip to the White Mountains of New Hampshire for foliage once a year, Gloucester for sea food the same once a year, and to Ohio to visit my grandparents. At the age of 12 my parents put me on an airplane to visit cousins in near Syracuse NY and the world began to open up. I developed a love for my home city of Boston, MA and a desire to see the world. It wasn't until I entered the work force that I really got to travel, and at that it wasn't always the nicest spots in the US (I was in the chemical industry). Never the less, I drank up each location like I was in the desert. It was my first trip to the Rockies in 1986 however, that would change my life. There I met my future husband (who lived near Boston like me) and who loved travel and had the drive and found the means to do it. As much as I love my home in southern CA, I've often got the wanderlust and drag my kids and husband along as much as I can manage. I