A 12‑Park Western Road Trip

 


🚗 A 12‑Park Western Road Trip Inspired by 1920 — With My Own Travel Notes Along the Way

Intrepid travelers in the 1920's braved poor roads and mechanical failures to visit the national parks

In 1920, a group of early adventurers set out on a grand loop through the American West, visiting a dozen national parks long before paved roads, GPS, or timed‑entry reservations. Their route still makes an incredible modern‑day road trip — and as I read through their journey, I couldn’t help weaving in my own experiences, near‑misses, and bucket‑list dreams.

Here’s how their century‑old adventure lines up with mine.


🏔️ Stop 1: Rocky Mountain National Park

Leaving Denver, the route climbs straight into the high country. Back in 1920, the only way in was Old Fall River Road, a narrow dirt track that still exists today. Modern travelers have the far smoother Trail Ridge Road, the highest continuous paved road in the U.S., soaring above treeline with sweeping alpine views.

I’ve tried to visit Rocky Mountain myself — emphasis on tried. In 2022, the park required timed‑entry tickets, and their online system glitched every time I attempted to book one. So instead of exploring the alpine tundra, I skirted the edges, catching glimpses of those jagged peaks from the outside looking in. One of these days, I’ll get back there and do it properly.


🦬 Stop 2: Yellowstone National Park

From Colorado, the road heads north through Cheyenne and Cody before entering Yellowstone, the world’s first national park. The original travelers stayed at Lake Yellowstone Hotel and spent four days exploring geysers, canyons, and wildlife — a pace that still feels just right today.

I spent several days there in 2017, entering from the south after passing through Grand Teton National Park. It was one of those trips where every turn reveals something new — steam rising from the earth, bison wandering across the pavement, colors you don’t expect in nature. Next time, I want to enter from the north and save myself some drive time. If your explorations are limited, this is the one park you absolutely shouldn’t skip.

 


❄️ Stop 3: Glacier National Park

Next comes the old Yellowstone–Glacier Bee Line Highway, rolling through Montana towns before reaching Glacier National Park. In 1920, the group counted roughly 80 glaciers and found almost no roads. Today, only about two dozen glaciers remain — but the park gained something extraordinary: the Going‑to‑the‑Sun Road, one of the most spectacular drives in America.

I’ve heard so much about that road. It’s firmly on my bucket list. What breaks my heart is how quickly the glaciers are retreating. Thanks to our warming climate, no one knows how long they’ll be here. It makes visiting feel urgent — like catching something precious before it slips away.


🌋 Stop 4: Mount Rainier National Park

Heading west on Highway 2, the route crosses Idaho and Washington before turning south toward Mount Rainier. The early travelers reached it by mule; today, you can drive straight to Paradise, a wildflower‑filled slope with jaw‑dropping glacier views.

I didn’t make it into the park itself, but I did get a stunning view of Rainier from the top of Seattle’s Space Needle back in 2013. Even from a distance, the mountain dominates the skyline — serene, massive, and a little otherworldly.


💙 Stop 5: Crater Lake National Park

Continuing south through Oregon, the loop arrives at Crater Lake, a deep‑blue caldera lake so vivid it almost looks unreal. The 1920 group stayed at Crater Lake Lodge and drove the newly completed Rim Drive, still one of the most beautiful loops in the park system.

Crater Lake has been on my list for ages. Between its clarity, volcanic origins, and the Native American legends woven into its history, the whole place feels like it belongs in a myth. One day, I’ll finally see that impossibly blue water for myself.


🌋 Stop 6: Lassen Volcanic National Park

Crossing into California, the road reaches Lassen Volcanic National Park, one of the few places where you can see all four types of volcanoes in one park. The 1920 travelers couldn’t explore much — no real roads yet — but today you can wander through hydrothermal basins and stand beneath Lassen Peak.

This one surprised me. I’d never heard of it, and I love volcanoes. I’ve spent many happy hours with Kīlauea in Hawai‘i Volcanoes National Park, watching the earth breathe fire. Discovering that California has its own volcanic playground felt like finding a hidden chapter in a book I thought I knew.

Lava Lake Glow at Kilauea Hawaii


🏞️ Stop 7: Yosemite National Park

About 300 miles south, the granite cliffs of Yosemite rise into view — waterfalls, meadows, and iconic formations like El Capitan and Half Dome.

I haven’t made it there yet, but I’d love to time a visit to see Horsetail Fall during the “firefall,” when it glows orange in the setting sun. If I’m lucky — really lucky — maybe I’ll photograph it myself.


🌲 Stop 8: Sequoia & Kings Canyon National Parks

From Yosemite, the route dips into the land of giants — the massive sequoia groves of Sequoia and Kings Canyon. In 1920, Kings Canyon was still known as General Grant National Park, named for the enormous tree that still stands today.

Oh, those massive trees. If trees could talk, these would be the old wise men of the forest — ancient, steady, and full of secrets. Another bucket‑list stop for me.


🏜️ Stop 9: Zion National Park

After reaching Los Angeles, the route follows early Route 66 eastward. From Barstow, modern travelers can detour north to Zion, a 500‑mile side trip the original group skipped.

I’ve already included Zion in my list of Southwestern parks to visit. Check out my Southwest Wish List The photos alone make you want to lace up your hiking boots and head straight for those glowing canyon walls.


🏜️ Stop 10: Grand Canyon National Park

Back on Route 66, the road passes through Kingman and Williams before reaching the Grand Canyon. The 1920 travelers stayed at the historic El Tovar Hotel, perched right on the rim.

Grand Canyon

On the South Rim, Grand Canyon 2008

This one is a toss‑up for my favorite park — I can’t choose between the Grand Canyon and Yellowstone. My first glimpse literally took my breath away. I stood there dizzy, trying to comprehend the scale. It didn’t seem real then, and it still doesn’t now. It’s just so BIG.


🪨 Stop 11: Petrified Forest National Park

Heading east, the route crosses into Petrified Forest National Park, a landscape of rainbow‑striped badlands and ancient fossilized logs.

My sister and I loved exploring this one. The petrified wood is everywhere — no searching required. The colors are unreal, like nature painted each piece by hand.

 


🏺 Stop 12: Mesa Verde National Park

The final stop is Mesa Verde, home to remarkable cliff dwellings built by the Ancestral Pueblo people. The original group drove the precarious Knife Edge Road, now replaced by a safer trail with the same sweeping views.

I keep flirting with this park. I’ve visited cliff dwellings in Arizona — Montezuma’s Castle among them — but everyone tells me Mesa Verde is on a whole different level. One day, I’ll finally see it for myself.

Montezuma’s Castle


🛣️ The Road Back to Denver

After Mesa Verde, the original 1920 loop turned northeast toward Colorado, passing through Durango and climbing back into the Rockies. Today, the drive back to Denver is just as scenic — a mix of mountain passes, river valleys, and those wide‑open Colorado skies.

If you’re following the modern route, you can swing through Durango, then head north toward Salida, tracing the spine of the Rockies through Pueblo and Colorado Springs before rolling back into Denver. It’s a fitting end to a journey that started — and ends — in the shadow of the mountains.


🍂 Best Time to Drive the Park‑to‑Park Highway

Late summer into early fall is the sweet spot for this 5,000‑mile adventure. You’re balancing open roads, mild weather, and fewer crowds — especially in the northern parks.

  • Late August to early September: best overall window
  • Mid‑summer: long days, everything open, heavier crowds
  • Winter or spring: not recommended due to snow and closures

The original group took 76 days. You don’t need quite that long, but a solid four weeks gives you time to breathe, explore, and not feel rushed.


🧭 Know Before You Go

  • Timed entry may be required in several parks
  • Lodges book months in advance
  • Weather can change quickly at high elevations
  • Road conditions vary — always check ahead
  • Gas and services can be sparse in remote stretches

🌟 And This Only Scratches the Surface…

Just outside Williams sits Meteor Crater, a massive impact site that feels like stepping onto anotherPainted desert landscape planet. Near the Petrified Forest, the Painted Desert spreads out in waves of pink, lavender, and rust. And closer to Denver, Pike’s Peak and Garden of the Gods are waiting patiently for their own spotlight. They’ll have to wait for another post — and honestly, they deserve one.

 

 


🎟️ Senior Pass Spotlight

If you’re 62 or older, the America the Beautiful Senior Pass is one of the best travel deals in the country. It gives you access to more than 2,000 federal recreation sites — including all national parks — and you don’t have to renew it annually if you choose the lifetime version.

  • Lifetime Senior Pass: one‑time purchase
  • Annual Senior Pass: lower upfront cost, renew yearly

Many parks also offer discounts on camping, tours, and ranger programs. If you’re planning to visit even a couple of parks, the pass pays for itself quickly.


✨ Closing Thoughts

Meteor Crater

This century‑old loop reminded me just how vast, varied, and breathtaking the American West really is. Some of these parks I’ve explored, others I’ve only admired from afar, and a few are still waiting patiently on my bucket list. What struck me most is how the landscape keeps changing — glaciers shrinking, roads improving, new stories unfolding — yet the sense of wonder remains the same. The 1920 travelers saw a wilder version of these places, but the magic is still there for anyone willing to follow the road. And now that I’ve traced their footsteps, I’m more inspired than ever to keep exploring, camera in hand, curiosity in tow, and a few more parks calling my name.

Lower Falls on the Yellowstone River


 

Welcome to Alabama, Please Claim a Stranger’s Suitcase

 

America is weird, but Alabama’s Unclaimed Baggage store might just take the crown.

A Tourist Attraction Built on Lost Suitcases

You’ve got to wonder about a state where one of the biggest tourist draws is… lost luggage. America is weird, but Alabama’s Unclaimed Baggage store might just take the crown. Tucked away in Scottsboro, this retail oddity specializes in selling the contents of bags that never made it back to their owners.

If You’re Nervous About Losing Your Own Bag…

I get it—flying to a store full of lost luggage feels like tempting fate. What’s to stop your own suitcase from joining the lonely, unclaimed masses while you’re browsing the racks? If that thought makes you twitchy, good news: they have an online shop. You can treasure‑hunt from the safety of your couch.

A Business Born From a Pickup Truck and $300

The store has been around for more than 50 years, and its origin story is peak American entrepreneurship. In 1970, Doyle Owens borrowed a pickup truck and $300, then bought his first load of unclaimed bags from a Trailways bus station. By 1978, he’d struck deals with airlines—starting with Eastern Airlines—and the volume (and the weirdness) exploded.

When the South Became a Ski Destination

One of the store’s most famous traditions began in 1981: the annual Ski Sale. Alabama isn’t exactly known for snow, but the store had mountains of lost ski gear looking for a home. Winter sports fans flocked in, and the event became so popular that people now camp out in the parking lot on the first Saturday of November just to be first through the door.

A Snapshot of Humanity, One Suitcase at a Time

The inventory comes from airlines and transportation companies across the country, making the store a strange little museum of what people pack for their travels. Clothes, electronics, souvenirs, oddities—you name it, it’s probably passed through Scottsboro at some point.

Detour Worth Taking

So next time you pack a bag and head to Alabama, skip the dolphin cruise and the Civil Rights walking tour just this once. Take a detour to Scottsboro and wander through the land of lost luggage. Who knows—maybe you’ll even spot the suitcase that never made it to Florida on your last trip.


 

A Curious Day Trip to America’s Stonehenge

 


🪨 New Hampshire’s Strangest Archaeological Mystery Welcome to America's Stonehenge where you can let your inner Indian Jones wander

Let’s take a little trip over the state line into our neighbor to the north — New Hampshire. The Live Free or Die state has its fair share of quirky attractions, but one of the strangest sits just over the border in Salem.

If you enjoy archaeology, mysterious stone structures, or simply wandering around the woods wondering what on earth happened here, then this place is absolutely for you.

And yes — I’ve been there.
And yes — if you let your imagination run free, it can get a little creepy.

Welcome to America’s Stonehenge.


🌀 Is It Really “Stonehenge”?

Let’s be honest: the name is a bit ambitious. There are no towering bluestones or dramatic circles rising from the earth. But what is here is a sprawling network of stone chambers, walls, and monoliths that spark endless questions.

 

Who built it?
When?
And why?

No one has definitive answers — which is half the fun.


🔊 The Oracle Chamber: A Voice From the Stones

One of the most intriguing structures is the Oracle Chamber, the largest enclosed space on the site. What fascinates me most is the speaking tube that connects the chamber to the outside.

At the exterior end of the tube sits a grooved stone table that some speculate may have been used for offerings. To whom or what? No one knows.

But picture this:

Primitive people gathered around the stone table with chickens or goats as offerings…
A hidden voice suddenly echoing from the rocks…
A disembodied whisper floating through the air…

Tell me that wouldn’t send a shiver down your spine.


🌅 The Summer Solstice Sunrise Stone

My favorite feature is the Summer Solstice Sunrise Monolith — a standing stone placed to mark the sunrise on the longest day of the year.

It’s not as dramatic as the towering monoliths on Salisbury Plain, but it still warms my heart. I can almost “see” the wise women of the tribe gathering at dawn, welcoming the sun and celebrating the birth of a new season.

Sometimes the simplest stones carry the deepest stories.


🐍 Other Mysteries Scattered Through the Woods

The site is full of curious structures, each with its own personality:

  • The Watch House Chamber
  • The S‑Shaped Serpent Wall
  • The East–West Chamber

Archaeologists and enthusiasts are still documenting the site, and new discoveries continue to surface. It’s the kind of place where every stone feels like it has a secret.


🏺 A Museum of Everyday History

Before or after your walk, take time to explore the small museum. The artifacts range from the Stone Age to more recent centuries — ceramics, eyeglasses, keys, and even half a pair of scissors.

It’s a quiet reminder that human history isn’t just grand monuments. It’s the ordinary objects people leave behind.


🧭 If You Go: Practical Tips for Visiting America’s Stonehenge

📍 Location:
105 Haverhill Road, Salem, New Hampshire — just over the Massachusetts border, an easy day trip.

🚗 Parking:
There’s a small on‑site parking lot right at the visitor center. It’s free, and usually there’s plenty of space unless you’re visiting on a peak fall weekend.

💵 Admission:
Prices vary slightly by season, but expect something around:

  • Adults: about $15
  • Seniors: discounted
  • Kids: reduced rate

Check their website before you go for the most current info.

⏰ Hours:
Open year‑round, with hours shifting seasonally. Winter visits can mean snowy or muddy trails.

🥾 Terrain:
The paths are wooded and uneven — not difficult, but definitely “forest floor.” Wear sturdy shoes.

🕒 Time Needed:
Plan for 1–2 hours depending on how deeply you explore.

🏛️ Visitor Center:
The museum is small but worth a look for context and artifacts.

🐕 Pets:
Leashed dogs are welcome on the grounds.

🌞 Best Time to Visit:
Late spring through fall offers the most comfortable weather, and the solstice markers are especially fun to see around June.


🧭 Be Your Own Indiana Jones

A visit to America’s Stonehenge is a chance to let your imagination roam. You can be your own Indiana Jones for the day — minus the rolling boulders and snakes, thankfully.

Whether you come for the archaeology, the mystery, or simply the peaceful walk through the woods, this quirky New Hampshire site offers a little something for every curious soul.


 

Celebrating 100 years of the Mother Road

The mother road is 100 years old and still fascinates travelers


Celebrating a Road That Isn’t All There Anymore

Every now and then something pops up in my feed that feels like a tap on the shoulder. Today it was a notice about the upcoming Route 66 Centennial — a once‑in‑a‑century celebration for a road that’s somehow both legendary and, well… missing in places. I was out and about, minding my own business, when suddenly the Mother Road wanted my attention again.

And honestly? I didn’t mind.

A Road That Crosses Eight States… and I’ve Only Seen a Sliver

The article reminded me that Route 66 stretches across eight states, from Illinois cornfields to the California coast. Eight states of diners, neon signs, motels, migration stories, and dusty postcards. Eight states of American mythology.

My own experience? A tiny sliver — the stretch near Flagstaff and the Grand Canyon. A few miles, a few minutes, and yet it still felt like stepping into a vintage travel poster. The kind with a smiling family in a station wagon and a promise that adventure is just one more mile down the road.

 

It’s funny how a place can be both new to you and instantly familiar.

The Centennial That Sparked This Post

The blurb I saw summed it up perfectly:

The centennial commemorates the original designation of Route 66 on April 30, 1926, celebrating its cultural, historical, and economic impact across eight states. The celebration also highlights preservation efforts, tourism, and the ongoing legacy of the Mother Road.

That’s the heart of it — not just a birthday party, but a celebration of everything Route 66 has meant to travelers, dreamers, and the communities along its path.

Whether you’re attending the kickoff in Springfield, joining a satellite event, or just driving a surviving stretch, the centennial is being billed as a “once‑in‑a‑century opportunity to experience the heritage and spirit of America’s most iconic highway.”

And that’s what got me thinking.

Why Celebrate a Road That Isn’t Whole Anymore?

Route 66 isn’t intact from end to end. Some pieces have been rerouted, abandoned, or swallowed by the interstate system. Some towns faded when the traffic did. Some stretches survive only as cracked pavement and fading paint.

But maybe that’s exactly why it deserves celebrating.

Because Route 66 was never just a road.
It was a promise.
A pathway west.
A symbol of possibility.
A ribbon of stories stretching across eight states and nearly a century.

Even in fragments, it still carries all of that.

 

My Little Piece of the Mother Road

Standing on that stretch near Flagstaff, I remember thinking how strange and wonderful it was that a simple road could hold so much history. I wasn’t driving cross‑country. I wasn’t chasing the whole route. I was just passing through — and yet I felt connected to something bigger.

And because the universe has a sense of humor, one of my favorite photos from that trip is of Mater the tow truck — yes, that Mater from Pixar’s Cars — sitting proudly along Route 66. A fictional character on a real road, reminding me that Route 66 lives just as much in our imagination as it does on the map. Pixar didn’t just make a cute movie; they captured the heartache and hope of all those little towns the Mother Road once carried.

Maybe that’s the magic of Route 66.
You don’t need all 2,448 miles.
Sometimes a few feet — or a rusty tow truck with a big grin — are enough.

Looking Ahead to the Centennial

The centennial feels like an invitation — not just to celebrate the past, but to appreciate what remains and to honor the communities keeping the spirit alive. To wander a little. To remember that roads don’t have to be perfect or continuous to take you somewhere meaningful.

Maybe I’ll explore more of it someday.
Maybe you will too.

Either way, the Mother Road is turning 100, and that’s worth a moment of appreciation.

Maybe a road doesn’t have to be whole to take you somewhere.


 

A Connecticut Castle on a Hill


Gillette Castle: A Whimsical Hilltop Hideaway With Paw Prints in the Woodwork

There’s something magical about arriving at Gillette Castle and realizing it’s not just a stone fortress on a hill — it’s a window into the wonderfully eccentric mind of William Gillette, the actor who brought Sherlock Holmes to life. I went in expecting history and architecture. I did not expect to find cat carvings tucked into the woodwork… and only later did I learn that Gillette once lived here with seventeen cats. Suddenly, all those little details I photographed made perfect sense.

Cats of Gillette Castle

As someone who can barely get anything done with two cats “helping,” I can’t imagine managing a castle with seventeen furry supervisors. Banner and Balboa regularly sabotage my productivity — one breaks mice, the other warms his behind on the stovetop grill — so Gillette’s ability to build an entire castle while surrounded by a feline army feels downright heroic.

But that’s the charm of Gillette Castle: it’s grand, yes, but it’s also deeply personal, whimsical, and full of surprises. And once you know the man behind it, every odd detail becomes a clue in the story he left behind.


My First Glimpse: A Castle From the River

Long before I ever set foot inside Gillette Castle, I saw it from the water. I was on a Connecticut River cruise, standing on the deck, when the guide pointed up to a stone silhouette perched high above the trees. From that angle — looking up from the river — the castle feels almost mythical, like something out of a New England folktale. I remember thinking, I need to get up there.

That first glimpse stayed with me. So later, when I finally went searching for a way to reach the castle itself, it felt like following a breadcrumb trail from the river to the hilltop.


The Grounds: Stone Bridges, Quiet Ponds, and Wandering Paths

One of the loveliest surprises about Gillette Castle is that the experience begins before you reach the castle. The grounds are sprawling and peaceful, with winding trails that lead you through the woods and along the hillside. On the way up, there’s a beautiful stone bridge arching over a small pond — the kind of spot that makes you stop, breathe, and take a photo even if you weren’t planning to.

stone bridge over a quiet pond at Gillette Castle State Park in early spring”

The pathways twist and meander, offering little glimpses of the castle through the trees as you climb. It’s the kind of place where you can wander without a plan, discovering quiet corners, scenic overlooks, and bits of Gillette’s personality tucked into the landscape.

By the time you reach the castle itself, you’ve already stepped into his world.


Who Was William Gillette?

Before you can appreciate the castle, you have to appreciate the man — because Gillette Castle isn’t just a home, it’s a personality carved in stone.

William Gillette was a stage actor best known for portraying Sherlock Holmes, and he approached life with the same mix of precision, curiosity, and theatrical flair that made his Holmes famous. He was an inventor, a tinkerer, a showman, and a man who loved comfort just as much as he loved drama. If something could be improved, he improved it. If something could be made whimsical, he made it whimsical. And if something could be designed to amuse his cats… well, he absolutely designed it to amuse his cats.

Gillette didn’t just build a house on a hill. He built a world that reflected exactly who he was — clever, eccentric, playful, and just a little mysterious.


Why It Was Originally Called the Seventh Sister

Before it became “Gillette Castle,” the estate had a quieter, more poetic name: The Seventh Sister. The castle sits on the southernmost hill of a chain known locally as the Seven Sisters, a series of ridges overlooking the Connecticut River. Gillette built his home on the seventh hill — the final “sister” — and named his estate accordingly.

Only later, when the state purchased the property, did the public nickname “Gillette Castle” become official. But the original name still lingers in the landscape, like a whisper from the past.


Inside the Mind of a Whimsical Genius

Once you step inside, you realize quickly that Gillette didn’t build a castle to impress people — he built a castle to amuse himself. Every corner has a surprise, every detail has a story, and every room feels like a puzzle waiting to be solved.

Tiffany Lamps Made From Broken Bottles

Gillette loved color and light, but he didn’t want ordinary stained glass. Instead, he commissioned lamps made from broken bottle fragments, arranged like jewels. They glow with a warm, uneven shimmer — imperfect, playful, and completely unique.

A Heated Bed (Yes, Really)

Long before electric blankets were a thing, Gillette engineered a heated bed. Comfort was an art form to him, and he wasn’t shy about innovating.

Secret Doors, Trick Locks, and Mechanical Oddities

Gillette designed all the castle’s locks himself — and they’re famously confusing. Some doors slide. Some pivot. Some open in ways that make you question your spatial awareness. It’s part stagecraft, part engineering, and part mischievous delight.


🐾 The Cats of Gillette Castle

This is where the castle becomes a home — and where my photos suddenly gained meaning.

Seventeen Cats and a Man Who Loved Every One of Them

Gillette adored cats. Not casually — wholeheartedly. At one point, he lived with seventeen of them, each with their own personality and privileges. They roamed the castle freely, supervised guests, and likely contributed to the same kind of “help” Banner and Balboa provide me.

Cat Carvings and Feline Motifs

The carved woodwork I photographed — the scroll work with cats tucked into the details — wasn’t decorative whimsy. It was intentional. Gillette incorporated feline imagery throughout the home as a tribute to the animals he loved.

Custom Cat Toys and Cat‑Friendly Features

Gillette didn’t stop at carvings. He designed custom toys, cozy perches, and playful features for his cats. It’s the kind of devotion that makes you feel instantly connected to him.


Visiting Today

Gillette Castle is one of those places that feels both grand and intimate. The stone exterior looks imposing from a distance, but inside, the home is warm, quirky, and full of personality. The views over the Connecticut River are spectacular, the trails are peaceful, and the house itself is a treasure hunt of oddities.

 

It’s the kind of place where you can spend an hour or an entire afternoon, depending on how much you love details — and I am absolutely a detail person.


A Castle With Heart (and Paw Prints)

Gillette Castle isn’t just a historic site. It’s a portrait of a man who loved creativity, comfort, and cats in equal measure. Once you know his story, every odd feature becomes a clue, every carving becomes a wink, and every room feels like a page from his life.

And honestly?
As someone who writes in the early morning and mid‑afternoon — the only times when my own cats aren’t actively sabotaging my workflow — I might appreciate Gillette more than most. He built a castle around his cats. I’m building a blog around mine. It feels like a very New England kind of kinship.