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The Pitiful Traveler

By John Deleva
on Tuesday, June 30th, 2015

I’m pathetic. In April, I set out to see all 50 states in 60 days. And now, 13 days longer than planned, I’m done and . . . I missed West Virginia. I know, it sounds like a punch line will follow, but this is no joke, nearly twenty years in this industry and I’m a pitiful traveler.

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Take, for example, what happened on the ride between Denver and Oklahoma City. I watched the Weather Channel before leaving Colorado and stayed tuned in on the radio. The severe weather was all over Oklahoma and Texas, so I decided to stay just north of trouble and found a place in Dodge City, Kansas, for the night. I’d scoot to OKC when it was safe to travel in the morning. And yes, I know, I saw that movie about the girl on a bike with a dog in her basket, the one where a house landed on the witch . . . but Kansas was in the safe zone that night. Until it wasn’t. Read entire post >

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First to Arrive, Last to Leave

By John Deleva
on Tuesday, February 10th, 2015

It might be cool to arrive at parties and social events late, but my wife and I are almost always the first to arrive and the last ones to leave. Everyone’s so busy these days: why not let the good times last longer when we can?

In 2015, we’re applying the Come Early, Stay Late mantra to all of our travel – personal and business. Sure, we don’t have kids or pets, and that makes it easier. Heck, we don’t have plants that need to be watered. There’s nothing stopping us.

And definitely, I’m lucky enough to not only work in the travel industry but work for a company whose vacation policy is . . . No Vacation Policy: get the work done and go . . . Besides, going – anywhere – supports our clients. Read entire post >

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Leave the Highway, Take the Cannoli

By John Deleva
on Tuesday, August 19th, 2014

I like the story of Wallace, Idaho, and the spunk of its citizens, from the miners, madams and rail magnets of the 19th century to the locals that saved the place in the 20th. Residents made a smart move here in the 1970s and had the entire downtown placed on the National Register of Historic Places. That meant the feds couldn’t come in with wrecking balls and asphalt and run four lanes over 100+ years of colorful history. They had to engineer a mile-long interstate over the town.

We never pass this northern Idaho gem without a quick stop for a shot of espresso and a stroll atop its historic sidewalks. But the last time there we arrived at an odd hour, and our regular spots were closed. We walked the other direction and found the D & G Bakery. Read entire post >

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The Worst Part About Every Cross-Country Trip

By John Deleva
on Tuesday, July 15th, 2014

It didn’t matter whether the destination was a new home in California, a family reunion in New York or a Fourth of July bash after 68 days on the road, the worst part of those three cross-country road trips—as well as 15 other across-the-USA adventures—was always the same: the end of the road.

Sure, it was nice to stop for a few days, but then, I was ready to roll again somewhere, anywhere. Reaching the Atlantic or the Pacific was never the reason to stop: time, money or work was always the culprit.

My first crossing, now 45 years in the rear view mirror, conjures up visions of smoke stacks (Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania, and Gary, Indiana), buffalo (the Black Hills of South Dakota and Yellowstone) and stretching my legs as far as possible under the car seat to “get to each new state before my brother.” Read entire post >

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Paper Maps Instead of Apps

By John Deleva
on Tuesday, June 17th, 2014

It’s easy to let the smartphone tell us where to go, what to eat, where to stay . . .

That’s why I love shutting it OFF.

Saturday morning we woke in Montgomery, Alabama, and had until Sunday night to reach Oklahoma City. Like my coworkers in destination marketing, I’m familiar with all the ways mobile phones offer us insight on attractions and how to find the action, but we’re both slaves to that phone 50+ hours a week.

Over eggs, grits and toast heavily-burdened with real butter, we laughed while listening to locals tell us why Selma would be better than Tuscaloosa; Muscle Shoals more interesting than Mobile. We digested the food and the possibilities, than unfolded a well-frayed map. Cousin Dave and I agreed word-of-mouth and whim would rule the route while the phones rested in the glove box. Read entire post >

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