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Size matters but, in this case at least, smaller is better. That’s the basic message given to anyone contemplating the Introduction to Caving tour offered at Mammoth Cave National Park. The tour, one of the most strenuous offered, takes a small group to crawl, twist and squirm through undeveloped parts of the cave. A restriction limiting hip and chest dimensions to less than 42 inches is supposed to prevent soft tourists like us from getting wedged in the tight spaces we’ve volunteered to go. We’ll see about that.
The basic premise of the Time article Want Happiness? Don’t Buy More Stuff — Go on Vacation is the same as item Seven from my Seven Lessons from a Year on the Road post. Nothing here is new. Researchers have known for many years that experiences make us happier for longer than do things. Shannon and I know it is true from personal experience.
But Time misses some important points, I think. Continue Reading →
“The bad news is that half the park is flooded. The good news is that your campsite is still dry. The best news is that you now have a water front view,” said the park ranger as we checked in at the Seven Points campground in Nashville, TN.
“I saw on the news that we’re expecting a lot more rain tonight,” I replied, somewhat concerned about the ‘still dry’ place we were planning to live for the next seven days – one that apparently had a view of the water that wasn’t originally part of its design.
“Yup, and the water is still rising.”
“Is that site going to be okay?”
“Don’t worry. We’ll get you out in time.”
It goes without saying that while visiting a town voted “Beer City, USA” by the Association of Home Brewers we’d enjoy our fair share of flights, pints, growlers, and – in our younger days – funnels. In Asheville, NC, we found no shortage of options to slake our thirst.
After visiting dozens of mansions, chateaus, and castles over the years rich-people’s palaces begin to look a little alike. They’re all different, of course, but large and extravagant homes don’t impress quite as much after you’ve seen so many of them. As a result, we’ve cut back on the number of houses we visit on our travels.
It’s been a long while since I’ve seen a house as impressive as the Biltmore Estate in Asheville, North Carolina. The largest private residence in the United States, it is as striking as any of the European castles or chateaus we’ve visited. A seven story banquet hall dominates the first floor. Its cavernous interior reminded me of the vaulted chambers more typical of a massive cathedral. Perhaps the similarity was intentional. After all, what better place to gather and worship at the alter of conspicuous consumption than in the largest dining hall in the largest home in the States?
Moving to the upper floors of the home, it becomes clear that the ground floor, where guests were entertained, was definitely given priority. The entire upstairs seems to be built to accommodate the massive rooms below. In contrast to the main floor, where large open spaces dominate, rooms on the upper floors are often connected via long winding hall ways.
The basement, meanwhile, is a huge subterranean city where the help labored in multiple kitchens and washrooms to manage the affairs above. An indoor pool, bowling alley, and an entire room dedicated to the motor needed to power the 700 pipe organ are also found in the basement labyrinth.