Radcliff waddled along Adventure Yacht Harbor’s boat dock at and looked like a walking hotdog. Strapped around him was an oversized, bulky orange life jacket probably too big for him. In fairness, this is the first time I’ve found and purchased a life jacket for a dog. The hunter-orange nautical gear was snug yet provided him with mobility to walk and jump aboard Capt. Rachael Reynolds’ boat for a dog-friendly fishing trip in Daytona Beach. Well, specifically in Wilbur by the Sea but really is Port Orange.
At the canine-chic shop called Brownie’s Dog Boutique, I learned about its namesake, Brownie the Town Dog, and met a couple looking to keep Brownie’s legacy alive while enhancing dog-friendly Daytona Beach.
Where will you be on Monday, Aug. 21, 2017? It’s the day of the Great American Eclipse and it may be the biggest travel day in United States history. The 60 to 70-mile path of totality will sweep down from Oregon to South Carolina, meaning most people wanting to be in complete darkness for the two minutes when the moon moves between the sun and Earth will need to travel to view it.
Finding the perfect 50th anniversary gift for my parents was difficult, but once I found it, it was so easy to execute and Casey Kasem would agree it was a hit. The gift encapsulated my gratitude and appreciation for all they’ve done for my siblings and me and to this day, they continue to give. Before I share what this chart-topping gift is, let me briefly give you a glimpse into my childhood.
I attended the 2016 World Food Championships Blogger Summit in Orange Beach, Ala., and learned about Alabama seafood and specifically, oyster farming in a world post-BP oil spill world. I also toured a working oyster farm!
Where are the best fish tacos in Southwest Florida? Friends know I am obsessed with fish tacos. When I heard Coastal Locals and the Florida Restaurant & Lodging Association Southwest Florida Chapter were holding a competition to find the best fish tacos in the area, I volunteered my certified food judging skills to participate.
Forget about a Rocky Mountain high, how about a Smoky Mountains shine? Exploring and traveling on my own is my identity and my trip to Eastern Tennessee was no different. Traveling solo in Gatlinburg I inhaled the Smokies’ fresh mountain air, learned about some of the moonshine culture, explored caverns and almost got myself in trouble with the federal government!
Dear Fellow Citizens of the United States of America: Today is Independence Day. America’s birthday. And I challenge you…
Summer’s here which means most of the United States can finally get outside to spend quality time with family and Mother Nature. I say most because here in Florida, we’re fortunate to be able to play outdoors year-round. Ready to rev up your RV, pop up your tent or set sail on your catamaran? From DEET-free bug repellent to toilet paper, following are my 6 practical camping essentials list.
A clue you’re in for a good time is when the guy pouring shots is named O’Damnit. Recently, I traveled to Eastern Tennessee to experience a popular Gatlinburg Attraction, Sugarlands Distilling Co. And, O’Damnit with Sugarlands was one of many who ensured I left with a better understanding and appreciation of moonshine.
Located about 90 minutes northwest of Orlando and between Ocala and Gainesville in Williston, Fla., is Two Tails Ranch, a privately-owned, one-of-a-kind elephant ranch where eight pachyderms are permanent residents. It’s not an elephant sanctuary, although I’m aware of at least one in Florida, and since its inception in 1984, about 300 other elephants have passed through its gates. Think of the 80-acre ranch as a hotel for these endangered gentle giants.
One of my favorite movie lines, “there’s no crying in baseball,” was brought to the silver screen 25 years ago in the film, “A League of Their Own.” If you’re a Gen X-er like me, you’re probably feeling old realizing that classic movie is 25 years old.
I’m excited to be joining other judges in finding the best fish tacos in Southwest Florida. I am putting my certified food judging skills to work by participating in the First Annual Fish Taco Frenzy Competition and eating my way through Southwest Florida sampling this pescetarian fave.
“One of my heroes was John Glenn. My mother let me play hooky from school to watch his mission. And the drama and the class with which he performed that mission was really neat,“ rocket man Jerry L. Ross told me when I asked the hero who his hero was.
“Don’t put your finger on the trigger. Cross your thumbs. Hold it steady. Don’t be scared. There’s nothing to fear,” were the thoughts running through my mind as I picked up a loaded handgun at Shooter’s Paradise gun range in Port Charlotte, Fla.