Some of our good friends went to Orlando awhile ago and came back raving endlessly about the hotel. “Our room was as big as a house!” they exclaimed. I’ll admit I cocked my head to the side a bit and laughed. Of ALL the things to do in Orlando, it seemed strange that these guys were writing home about a resort. I love a good mattress and hot tub, sure, but can that really top thrill rides and fireworks?
So far we’ve talked about how to shell and what to do with kids in Fort Myers. I’ve gotten a few emails from parents asking where they should stay when they head to this Southwest Florida gateway. Don’t worry, we’ve got ya covered there too!
We have no shortage of options when it comes to theme parks here in Southern California (and I’m a big fan of ALL of them), but Knott’s Berry Farm holds a special place in my heart.
Now that I’ve shared the wonderful world of shelling with you all, I’m eager to dive into the vast list of other things that there are to do if you find yourself with a quick weekend to spend in Fort Myers, Florida.
Dive in. See what I did there?
Since we live in the boondocks (Nate hates it when I say that) and travel a bunch, readers often ask about our TV situation. Do we have cable? Subscriptions? How on earth do we keep up with shows? These are the important, nitty-gritty day-to-day details that everyone wants to know.
When I was a kid growing up along the coast of Washington, I’d walk down to the coastline to go shelling at the beach and repeat to myself over and over again, “She sells sea shells by the sea shore.” I learned this little diddy from my stepmom and I thought it was SO clever. Not even kidding, I had visions of myself collecting all the shells and opening up shop, making some sort of jewelry out of it all and eventually saving enough money to escape our tiny island.
It’s that time again. Our youngest baby is now six months old, and we’re slowly getting back into adventure mode. This time we’re doing it with 4 boys ages 6 and under. People constantly ask how we manage it, what’s in our diaper bag, aren’t I tired, and so on and so forth.
I’ve always had this vision in my mind of Joshua Tree as a warm place, both in temperature and in spirit. A place filled with tie dye and wildflowers, late night bonfires and wide-smiling travelers whose well-worn shoes skip from rock-to-rock beneath waving arms and billowing braids.
That picture in my mind was spot-on.
Last year I wrote a post offering some insights into the difficulties of blogging as a career, and a TON of people asked me to share more about the industry.
I consider myself to be the pioneer of my children’s minds. Their mom plays a role, obviously, but as their dad I’m tasked with a few extra-fun things like introducing them to ice fishing and teaching them how to wield a drill and explaining how to keep their elbows in and head down when throwing that good ol’ fashioned night night blow. “Jump like a grasshopper and bite like a beaver,” I always say.