Leilani Marie Labong
Even in the rain, Big Sur is a remarkable place to explore. We holed up here recently on a particularly showery weekend, which didn’t stop us from exploring beaches and redwoods or foraging for high gastronomy. (It also didn’t stop us from bunkering in our room, fireplace ablaze, for cozy afternoons).
Having grown up in the southwest, I feel a deep affinity for all desert landscapes. The otherworldly terrain of southern Utah is particularly close to my heart. I have spent many winter holidays over the last 15 years hiking in Zion and Bryce Canyon national parks, as the days are usually sunny and the cold is never too bone-shattering.
As someone who grew up in two deeply spiritual locations (Hawaii and New Mexico), swings a pendulum for clarity on yes-or-no quandaries, consults two different decks of oracle cards, and employs a psychic, seeing a shaman was hardly out of the realm of my New Age adventures.
The first time I became aware of a place called Sausalito was 25 years ago when Pepperidge Farm came out with a macadamia-chocolate chunk cookie named after the city. I never imagined that I’d eventually live in San Francisco, 10 minutes' drive away from that mythic place, which means 10 minutes away from warm summer days, 10 minutes away from paddle boarding on calm waters, 10 minutes away from the loveliest of lemon mousses, 10 minutes away from my favorite design shop, 10 minutes away from an invigorating morning jog to the ocean.
Four enamored Bay Area power couples play our version of the Newlywed Game to reveal how they win at love.
There is not much I can actually claim to know anything about, but given my Southeast Asian heritage—and the fact that I spent the majority of my 20s traveling the backpacker circuit through that part of the world—I feel confident about my knowledge and familiarity with the cuisines of the region. So when Michelin-starred chef James Syhabout recently opened the second outpost of his Thai street-food eatery Hawker Fare in the Valencia Street corridor, we summoned a First World tuk-tuk (aka an Uber) to whisk us there, stat. No reason to keep nostalgia waiting.
Let these IT kids show you how to get into the swing of spring.
Today, Rex Ray officially left the building.
While hordes of skiers descend upon the legendary powder-packed slopes of Park City and Deer Valley in northern Utah, the otherworldly, merely snow-dusted desert geology of the southern half of the state—with its towering hoodoos, massive sandstone formations, and deep slot canyons—remains largely overlooked by tourists.
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