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July 11, 2010

What’s your most memorable trip?

Here in the U.S. it’s officially summer: a time when we’re encouraged to get away from the office, take a vacation and recharge our creativity. For this inwords article we’d like you to share details of your most memorable trip. What made it special? Was it the location, the company, interesting events or maybe a specific moment that made it so great?

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06.27.10 / 11:14 PM
For Design is Love, there is no such thing as a vacation. We're committed to giving you new topics to discuss, even when it gets so hot out there that we all just want to hang in the backyard pool. We're working hard to keep things fresh and hope you enjoy the work of our new guest artist Claudia Smith. We're excited to have her contributing for the next few months and hope you'll take some time to visit her site at www.claudiasmith.com.ar. Stay cool everybody.
06.28.10 / 12:59 PM
so this is a little off topic, but i love illustration. great stuff!
06.28.10 / 9:34 PM
On my third or fourth date with a certain girl (it was early in the relationship) we went to Hawaii—Wikiki specifically. We stayed in a hotel overlooking the ocean. I was 38 at the time. It was the first vacation I took as an adult. Ordinarily, I would sneak away for an extended weekend to a busy city like L.A. or NYC or Paris. But this time, I was on an island staring at the surfers hot-dogging it out on the water. I was uncomfortable to say the least.

*I should probably mention that I'm petrified of water. I have anxiety attacks when I'm any where near it. At the edge of the ocean, I have vertigo and imagine the entirety of the thing rising up like a wall of shadowy water the height of the Chrysler tower and as far as the eye can see... and then I imagine it collapsing on me with a deafening roar of unbridled flattening force.

Call it love or recklessness (maybe they're the same) but after 3 days of staring out at the sea and gulping, I picked up a long board and followed a perky brunette into the Pacific.

I got pummeled and pinned to the bottom of the sea a dragged for what felt like a slo-motion eternity and ultimately was tossed to shore like a piece of raw kelp, but I also went back out until I could surf my way to shore.

I'm still terrified at the edge of the sea. I still imagine that ominous wall. But I meet it with an awe that belongs to the sea and an abandon that belongs to me.*

The entire experience from the first * to the last * is how I experience my creativity.

I married that perky brunette, by the way. The metaphor continues in a way...
06.29.10 / 1:09 PM
dude, i totally agree ... has to be hawaii. we've been twice.

we went a couple years ago over the thanksgiving holiday. it rocked. for two weeks, we covered every square inch of maui, and most of the big island. we spent the trip being tourists, unfortunately ... hearing for numerous people abut things 'we must do while on the island', and making sure we got everything in that we could in. it was tiresome, not really what i'd call a vacation in the typical sense. but i remember being completely overwhelmed ... feeling so small, and so insignificant with respect to my surroundings. i love that feeling.

a year later, we went again. the airfare and lodging costs were significantly reduced, so we sprung again. couldn't pass it up. although my wife was 5 months pregnant at the time, we were much more thoughtful about what we did.

i have hundreds of photographs from our trips ... they are easily, the most memorable.

(car ride to the hospital for the birth of our son is a close second, though. i'll never forget that one either.)
07.01.10 / 9:19 PM
It's hard to choose, since I feel every vacation I go on has something really wonderful about it that makes it so great and memorable. But other than running away and getting married, I would have to say my trip to South Lake Tahoe and the mountains just outside of Carson City, NV and Virgina City, NV was my favorite so far. (summertime)

Let's begin with I love the west, hands down love it out there. There is a vastness and beauty unlike the east coast or the mid-west that just captivates me. The history is different too, which is another perk (growing up in New England you are ingrained with east coast colonial history).

The trip began with the break-taking views of Lake Tahoe. Water so blue, so deep, and surrounding area very much untouched in some places it's hard to leave. Surrounded by giant pine trees and mountains, with something amazing to photograph at every turn.

The trip continued with a stay with relatives that live on a mountain, well they own the mountain (so not joking). Living completely off the grid, with solar power, battery back up and in the worst case, generator power. Just amazing. Simple, but still modern living, waking up with the windows open, mountainous hills rolling in every direction, watching the sun turn the mountains purple at sunrise and dusk. Amazing. But not to be left without horses, free ranging cattle and 4-wheel ATV and a 29 mile ride around the mountains, sitting on top of the world, or at least at 9,500 ft.

Taking a day trip to Virgina City, NV. For anyone who knows anything about history, this is a wild wild west town, I'm talking shooting galleries where Jesse James would hang out, that type of western. Old haunted casinos and saloons, dusty, dirty, amazing.

Great photographs, great memories. I can't wait to go back!
07.03.10 / 9:58 AM
@cballestrini : eloping gets extra points.
I'm with you, by the way: the Pacific side of things is incredible—the newer-ness, the vastness, the variations + contrasts, the social consciousness, the light. Oh! And Golden Era (plug) in San Francisco.
07.06.10 / 12:43 PM
I'd have to say it was a trip years ago that took us on a travel photo workshop. The first week was in Provence, the second week was in Tuscany. The day we arrived in Provence the French had just won the World Cup. The French almost NEVER win. No one slept that night, a huge party in the streets. We ended the week with a surprise visit to a French bullfight. They don't attack or kill the bull as in Spanish bullfighting. Instead, these lunatics called razeteurs try to remove some paper tassels from the bull's horns by hand. If they succeed without being hurt, they win some money. The bull goes home to fight again.
The second week, in Tuscany, we met the famous, madman artisanal butcher Dario Cecchini. He became enraged at one member of our group, screamed obscenities in several languages, then threw us out. Not one of his employees even noticed the outburst. An hour later he called us back in from the shop down the street where he had banished us. Free food and wine for everyone!
07.11.10 / 11:00 PM
My favorite vacation: easy. Abbot Village, ME > past six years. Since a very young age (before I was old enough to form memories) my family has been visiting a small cabin on Piper Pond. It's a simple place with no running water, an outhouse and 60 feet of shore frontage. The A -Frame roofline reaches down so close to the ground there's less than 2 feet between manmade shingles and loose soil slightly covered by pine needles and moth balls (to keep the mice away).

Camp Carlyle (named after my great grandfather and Bumpy (which is the equivalent of grandfather in my family, another story) is the ultimate place to unwind. With no readily available access to technology you feel like a schmuck standing on the extended dock trying to get cell service. It's a place that forces you to disconnect from the hustle and bustle of everyday city life, and reconnect with your soul, one singular thought at a time.

It's also the place that my wife and I also told each other we loved one another for the first time...and the place I've stared out at the lake to reconnect with my grandparents who passed years ago...and the dock where I sat last summer and realized how special it was to know that I was going to be a father...

It's been a continual trip for the past 29 years and I can't wait to go back next week.


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