Auld Lang Syne

Like Michelle Williams from Destiny's Child, New Years Eve is the subject of neglect amongst winter holidays. As I do with most underrated aspects of culture, I've deemed New Year's Eve as my favorite holiday. Other than the renowned New Year's Eve ball dropping in Times Square, there's a lot of creative freedom for you in inventing your own traditions to ring in the New Year.

Although our traditions may vary on this holiday, it seems that there's an overarching clarity on this night for one and all. In the first minutes, days, weeks, of 2014 we're most inspired to make the "could-have's" in years past into "will-be's" for the year ahead.  

While my whereabouts on the last day of December have always changed from year to year, I've always relied on listening to 'Auld Lang Syne' as the year comes to an end. When Lea Michele made her own rendition of the song a couple years back, somehow 'Auld Lang Syne' became even more festive. Have a listen, as you create memories tonight that will pave the way for 2014. 

Continue to find inspiration, and keep your wine glasses full this year. 

Cheers. 

Greater Getaways: Lake Powell

If you’ve wandered so far that your only neighbors are desert sand and the ever-present sun overhead, most cautionary tales would urge you to turn back the way you came. There’s an exception to this rule—perhaps several exceptions—but the journey I’m thinking of leads you to the desert oasis called Lake Powell.

Making the trip to Lake Powell is barren. Yet, if you push on past the heat that makes the distant road look like liquid, you’ll find a body of water kept together by the rough, red sandstone of southeastern Utah and northeastern Arizona. John Wesley Powell first discovered the area 144 years ago, and the once meek Colorado River was soon after a mighty Lake Powell.

A bathtub fit for the Gods, this getaway is to be enjoyed with warm weather and a carefree approach. Though Lake Powell is widely known as the best body of water for your boating pleasure, there are some well-kept historic secrets to be uncovered as well. Just a few miles south of the Utah border in Page, Az., the Glen Canyon Dam stands out as the only wall not made of sandstone. The manmade, concrete wall is responsible for the summer sanctuary where people near and far go to enter a world where the sun tells the time and your most prized commodities are blocks of ice.

Further north, in Forgotten Canyon, you can beach your boat at the water’s end near Defiance House. A 20-minute hike through brush and beach, will lead you to these ruins, which date back nearly 700 years.

If someone asked me to describe Lake Powell I’d say that it trumps your tired vacation spot because it’s vast, quiet and unpopulated by waves of tourists. But if someone asked me why I go to Lake Powell I’d tell them it’s because my favorite songs sound better echoing through sandstone walls, because my thoughts have newfound clarity in these canyons, and because I’ve never taken a photograph that gives Lake Powell justice like my own memories do.

Leisure here once, and you’ll make that daring desert drive for many summers to come. 

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