The first time I saw the Grand Canyon, I was flying over it at 35,000 feet. I was coming home from visiting family in Louisiana when the captain came over the loudspeaker to announce that those of us on the right side of the plane would have a great view of one of America’s finest wonders. Even from my viewpoint high above the clouds, I could tell that this canyon was spectacular. Having never had a desire to visit it before, I quickly added the Grand Canyon to my list of must-see American sights.
One of the great things about living off the coast of California, aside from the impeccable year-round weather and proximity to the Happiest Place on Earth, is the annual migration of gray whales as they make their way down to the breeding grounds in Mexico’s Baja Peninsula. For years, I’ve been wanting to witness these mammals in their natural habitat and a few weeks ago, thanks to a Living Social deal and a willing friend, I made it happen.