If you’re a calendar-denier or just ignorant (as we are), you may not realize that today is the first day of fall. While it was easier to grasp this morning, when the 35-degree air came traipsing through the open bedroom window, than it is right now, when the last remnants of summer sunshine have warmed the air into the 60s and the skies are that glorious blue that only comes around a couple of times a year, the calendar don’t lie.
The calendar don’t lie, but travel writers do. It’s fall, yet fall travel stories are hard to find. Fortunately, Condé Nast Traveler has come through with a slide show carrying the clunky-yet-descriptive title “The Best Fall Foliage In The U.S.” Fall colors evidently are like chili; everybody has their recipe for what’s good. CNT leans toward the Northeast (New Jersey, even!) and Northwest and haunts some familiar habitats, but it does name some new and worthy names – southern Ohio and Michigan’s Upper Peninsula, for example. A great little show to look at, but even better to see in person.
(And at this point, a shameless plug: Watch for our own fall color stories, coming to this space soon.)
Elsewhere in the travel space, we seem to learn something every day. For instance, today we learned about glamping, the mashup of glamor and camping. To us, those two concepts shouldn’t mash; it’s like a peanut-butter-and-dirt sandwich. But here we are – or rather, here Yahoo Travel is – talking about places where you can spend hundreds or thousands of dollars each night to camp … er, glamp. With room service. Dumbstruck as we are by the idea of quote-unquote camping in a double bed on a balcony overlooking Central Park, all “for the cost of a small car,” we have always thought that the idea behind camping is to find the wilderness equivalent of a Central Park view, set down your kit bag, pitch your tent, start a file, boil some coffee, and let the stars be your light show, all for a couple bucks a night, max. Guess we were wrong; on the other hand, we are not out $11,595.
It wouldn’t be Monday-Morning Moving if there wasn’t a link or two to our sustenance and inspiration, The New York Times. Today it’s a sweet-and-sour combo of a sojourn through France’s many, many World War I memorials, complete with the explanation of why they’re so numerous, and an absolutely delightful walking tour of Woody Guthrie’s New York with his grandchildren. This is the sort of the thing you can do when you’re The New York Times, and can’t if you’re not. So a small word of thanks for the perpetuation of journalistic institutions, in whatever media they choose to operate.
Finally, this isn’t a travel story per se, just a story about a foreign country that points up why we need to travel. We need to travel so we can understand why there’s a growing movement in Japan to make tiny beds and bed coverings for people’s wallets and purses. The explanation, according to one of the movement’s founders, Kazuyo Matsui: “We sleep to recharge ourselves, don’t we? Well I believe that if we don’t let our purses and money sleep and recharge, they won’t have any power.”
Alrighty, then. We’ll leave you that one to ponder until Wednesday, when we’ll be out in the middle of nowhere. Inbetween glamping and wallet beds, we’re going to need a break.