Was it the word “tour” or “library” that left my husband scratching his head as I explained my plan for our next grand adventure.
We had three nights in New York City and I wanted to make the most of our short stay. A few years ago on a family trip, I had a glimpse of The New York Public Library Stephen A. Schwarzman Building at Fifth Avenue and 42ndStreet. I remember how the experience left me wanting more. In my travel language, “more” translates into “tour.”
We joined about 20 others on a one-hour jaunt through this transporting place. Tours are offered at 11 a.m. and 2 p.m. Mondays through Fridays and 2 p.m. on Sundays, except when it’s closed on Sundays in the summer.
The legend of Walter “Scotty” Scott might not be fodder for conversation today, but it churned in the Death Valley rumor mill during the Roaring 20s.
After all, Scotty is responsible for luring Albert Mussey Johnson and his wife Bessie to Death Valley in hopes of striking it even richer through their investment in his faux gold mine. While the “mining operation” may have been a bust, the resulting Spanish-Mediterranean spread in the middle of the desert was a godsend.
It’s hard to beat finding unexpected good eats in a town with a population of just over a thousand. I’m not saying small towns are without culinary talents. Until the help of Yelp, locating the best restaurants in an unknown place was a hit-and-miss affair.
Traveling from Las Vegas to Death Valley National Park, we found our gourmet oasis at KC’s Outpost in Beatty, Nevada. An order of freshly carved turkey, dressing and cranberry sauce sandwiched between two slices of homemade bread was just the nourishment needed a few hours into our road trip. We capped off our meal with a piece of red velvet cake covered in moist crumbs and accented with a thin layer of chocolate for added oomph to its subtle cocoa flavor.
Stuffed but unwilling to leave it behind, I packed what remained in a to-go carton.
The art scene in the ghost town of Rhyolite was our next sweet reward on the road to Death Valley. Established in 1984, the Goldwell Open Air Museum is the first roadside attraction upon entering town. The museum states a mission of preserving and encouraging “artistic exploration in, and of, the Amargosa Desert - an evocative landscape along the eastern edge of Death Valley National Park.”
I didn’t know what to expect from watching my first flamenco dance in the Andalusian birthplace of this art form.
It helped reading a short description outlining parts of the dance before seeing a performance at Tablao El Arenal. According to a passage in “Travelers’ Tales Spain: True Stories,” the four parts of the love story include the acquaintance, the awakening of love, the social presentation and the promise of external love.