Staycation All I Ever Wanted.

I rarely travel on or around holidays. I came to that decision one frigid Christmas Eve.

I had flown from San Francisco to JFK Airport and arrived to find that my rental car company, and all rental car companies, had run out of rental cars. Time passed into midnight and it was now a Merry Little Christmas with no car. Finally, some poor dude drove me a PT Cruiser from Manhattan (I had specified NO PT LOSERS) and I chugged along for the hour and a half drive to Blairstown, NJ. I vowed to never make that mistake again.

Thanksgiving is spent at my parent’s house, at our house or at Cassidy’s mom’s house. We all take turns. If we must drive which is only when my parents host in Jersey, we take country roads at odd hours. July 4th is spent at home. I wouldn’t go to Cape Cod right now if you paid me $500, but I’d do it for $1,000. I don’t like crowds or traffic. I don’t like PT Cruisers ever since a Vermont blizzard off-roading incident I still don’t like to talk about. I travel when no one else travels. I went to Yellowstone in mid September, when kids were back at school. The weather was still summer-like but the crowds weren’t there. I actually had to find my own grizzly bears rather than know them by the sight of 18 ugly SUVs all in a row.

I like finding my own grizzly bears.

So when talk came about what we’d do this holiday weekend, we knew hands down that we’d spend it at home. We canceled any tentative plans. We spent time together. We planned Scarlet’s second (can’t believe it!?) birthday gifts and party. We (she) wore cute clothes. We picked blueberries and raspberries. I drank a Frappuccino. I reveled once again, like I used to in San Francisco, that I live in a city that people come to for vacations. This one is just more my speed for actually living in. I didn’t grow up here. It hasn’t even been three years. I have so much more to explore and so much vacationing to do in my own backyard. I think that’s magical.

When you live in San Francisco. When you live in western Mass. And even in Storrs, CT, as you will see, you don’t need to go on vacation to be in paradise. You’re already there.

And of course, all of the places YOU live. I was just talking about the ones I know. There’s a beautiful children’s book called, “All The Places To Love.” Our library has it. I recommend it. I know I’ll be making my own photographic homemade version for Scarlet about all of the places we love, and will love someday. There are too many to count. So we start, as we start many things, on our little front “porch,” ready to go out.

Scarlet is outfitted in a beautiful gift Grandpa Larry bought for her in India. I am outfitted in Anthropologie. Last year’s style. (Cause I don’t often spend $248 on a dress – that’s lens money)

Photo & Video Sharing by SmugMug

Photo & Video Sharing by SmugMug

Three fine generations of Bowman blood.

Photo & Video Sharing by SmugMug

Photo & Video Sharing by SmugMug

Photo & Video Sharing by SmugMug

The view from the grandparents’ backyard.

Photo & Video Sharing by SmugMug

Scarlet very much likes to play catch and she has quite an arm these days.

Photo & Video Sharing by SmugMug

Photo & Video Sharing by SmugMug

Photo & Video Sharing by SmugMug

July 4th morning at a river a few miles from our house. This is what I mean about vacationing in your backyard.

Photo & Video Sharing by SmugMug

Photo & Video Sharing by SmugMug

Photo & Video Sharing by SmugMug

Photo & Video Sharing by SmugMug

Photo & Video Sharing by SmugMug

Photo & Video Sharing by SmugMug

Photo & Video Sharing by SmugMug

Well the shoes are red, white and blue but…not quite right.

Photo & Video Sharing by SmugMug

I have only one rule about picking blueberries and raspberries. You can take your toddler blueberry and raspberry picking, but just know, you’re going to change a lot of diapers that day. And it happens fast, so fast, you probably won’t even make it home before consequence strikes. And in case you were wondering, “Ernie” has a great eye for the best berries.

Photo & Video Sharing by SmugMug

Photo & Video Sharing by SmugMug

Photo & Video Sharing by SmugMug

Photo & Video Sharing by SmugMug

It’s really like a kid in a candy store.

Photo & Video Sharing by SmugMug

Photo & Video Sharing by SmugMug

Photo & Video Sharing by SmugMug

Photo & Video Sharing by SmugMug

Photo & Video Sharing by SmugMug

Photo & Video Sharing by SmugMug

Photo & Video Sharing by SmugMug

Photo & Video Sharing by SmugMug

Tell me about all the places to love that YOU live near or go to.

Similar Posts

6 Comments

  1. Wow – talk about vacationing in your own back yard – that is just truly amazing and beautiful! How lucky you are! We spent 4th at our house…I don't like to travel over holidays if I can help it!

  2. What beautiful pictures, thanks for sharing them with us. Here's a tip for traveling to NY from a NYer. Don't ever travel 1 or 2 days before a national holiday unless you have your own ride. 🙂 Now following on bloglovin as well.

  3. You are so right about being able to do wonderful things in your own backyard! When our girls were little, we did lots of day trips. There are so many interesting places to visit, whether with or without kids. Thanks for sharing the blueberry picking. What a sweet adventure!

  4. There is something innately relaxing about a staycation isn't there? There's no travel stress and no expenses, or far fewer anyway. We live near St Louis and luckily there are a LOT of free, family friendly, activities to do near us!

  5. Visiting by way of LOBS…I enjoyed a staycation this year right in my back yard. My son arrived home from college on summer break in may, so I took a week off to spend time with him. I'm expecting a surprise late-life baby, so my son insisted on doing all of the gardening work I wanted to do. All I had to do was sit in a chair in the sun and art-direct. The yard looks beautiful. I had such a wonderful week with him! Hooray for staycation!Your photos are gorgeous–looks like you had a splendid time too. 🙂

Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.