Via editors offer up their perfect travel moments.
Mine was in Wrangell-St. Elias National Park, Alaska. After landing in a bush plane on a glacial outwash plain and paddling in a folding kayak across Russell Fjord, we sipped wine in our campsite while watching hundreds of icebergs parade past in the outgoing tide at 10 to 15 mph. — Dan Warrick, senior editor
Driving through Nevada’s Valley of Fire with my family, my mother insisted on stopping at every photo opportunity—one of the Star Trek movies was filmed there and she is a huge Trekkie. But what I remember most about it was sitting in the car with my brother, trying to use the heat from the glass of the windshield to toast strawberry Pop-Tarts on the dashboard. They didn’t singe, but they did get warm. They don’t call it the valley of fire for nothing. —Miriam Wild-Smith, intern
We caught the one-block Fourth of July parade in Bolinas, Calif., then drove to the coast, walked into Point Reyes National Seashore, and jumped off a looong rope swing into Bass Lake. We ate blackberries the whole way and finished with a stop at Alamere Falls. Perfect. — Eric Smillie, contributing editor
Going fishing and crabbing out on the ocean around Fort Bragg, Calif., was a treat. I was put in charge of gaffing the crab pots to be brought up on deck. One of the best parts of that day was eating roe off the crab pots, much to the disgust of some passengers and the delight of the crew. — Matthew Craggs, Events editor
It would have to be Waimea Plantation Cottages, Kauai, Hawaii — in particular napping in the cottages with ceiling fans above and ocean breezes throughout and my honey by my side. — Alan Avery, design director
Best travel day: Camping in California’s Trinity Alps. Best thing: Doing nothing. Second best thing: Dutch-oven chocolate cake. — Anne McSilver, managing editor
Driving to Fairfax, Calif., walking around the shops, and going for a short hike behind a tucked-away neighborhood, then getting pizza in Larkspur on the way back. —Megan Ma, intern
The first thing that comes to mind is a crystal-clear February day spent tide pooling and watching squadrons of pelicans at Pescadero State Beach, followed by crab salad sandwiches and green chili soup at Duarte’s Tavern. I was with Iowans who were first-time visitors to California, and they thought they’d died and gone to heaven. — Christopher Hall, writer
Seeing the museums, dining, and shopping for turquoise jewelry in downtown Sante Fe, N.M. Visiting the Georgia O’Keeffe Museum and visiting, on that July day, what may have been the annual Traditional Spanish Market (spanishmarket.org) in the main square — what a colorful display of handmade arts and crafts. — Tannie Soo Hoo, publication coordinator
In Sonoma County, Calif.—in particular spending most of the day canoeing down the Russian River, lounging in the sun, flying off a rope swing, and getting into water fights with other boats. — Ron Evans, senior editor
Photography by Doug Merriam/courtesy Santa Fe CVB
This article was first published in May 2010. Some facts may have aged gracelessly. Please call ahead to verify information.