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SUMMERTIME Sports & Destinations

Sailing Newport, Rhode Island


Summer in San Juan Islands Santa Barbara Street Painting Charlevoix Region of Quebec Road Trip to Nashville Atlantic City's Treasures Sports Travel: Masters Athletics, Baseball, Formula Racing Experience

The Magazine Written by North American Travel Journalists Association Members

Letter from the Editor Summertime ... and the livin' is easy! ... or is it? It may not be easy, but here is an assortment of sports and entertainment that could certainly make it a lot of fun! If it has anything to do with outdoor activities, you name it and there's a good chance it's covered in this magazine! We start with sailing in Newport, Rhode Island (on the cover and story number 3) and go straight to hiking, biking, camping, and kayaking on the San Juan Islands, in the state of Washington. I like to call this, "From Sea to Shining Sea!" Then we enjoy a festival of artists' paintings on sidewalks with chalk at the beautiful Santa Barbara Mission in California. Literally jumping into participation sports (particularly for the more mature individuals), we see our great action-photographer, Rob Jerome, depict real-life athletes, between the ages of 35 and 103, in all sorts of track and field events. Next we take off on a road trip to Nashville, Tennessee for the love of music. This is followed by some R-n-R in the Charlevoix Region of Quebec, Canada, a lovely spot for serenity ... or golf. An old, but newly recreated destination, is the famous Atlantic City, New Jersey. The new boardwalk is beautiful and everyone from beachgoers to high-rollers love to play here. Back to sports! Baseball is our summer game and Cooperstown, in Upstate New York, has it all! From the massively attended Induction to the Hall of Fame ceremonies in July, (hence the title "Baseball Woodstock"), to the Hall of Fame Museum, Cooperstown is essentially a shrine to American history from the perspective of baseball! One last activity takes you into the fast lane by putting you behind the wheel of a Formula Experience race car at Virginia's National Speedway. Adrenaline junkies enjoy! Here is your fix! Live it up vicariously, as I do, NATJA readers! Our writers shared a great variety of adventures with exceptional talent, more than any of us could experience in a single season. So here is your opportunity to travel in your "jammies!" And you'll be surprised at how much you love and learn!

Joy Bushmeyer, Editor 2

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6 Summer in San Juan Islands Story by Barbara Marret

12 Santa Barbara Street Painting Festival

Story & Photos by Barbara Singer

18 Fair Winds Follow Newport, Rhode Island

Story by Andrea E. McHugh

22 Masters Atheletics:

Sports Travel for Older Atheletes Story & Photos by Rob Jerome






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28 Rockabilly Road Trip to Nashville

Story & Photos by Bennett W. Root

34 Charlevoix Region of Quebec

Story & Photos by Vanessa Orr

38 Atlantic City's Bountiful Treasures

Story by Arline Zatz & Photos by Joel Zatz

44 Baseball Woodstock

Story by Dan Schlossberg

50 Virginia's National Speedway

Formula Racing Experience Story by Sherrie Wilkolaski


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Turtleback Mountain Hike, Monica Bennett


ummer in an uan slands


Story by Barbara Marrett

Bill Evans Photography - Mud Bay Barn - Sunset Fog - Lopez Island WA

Southern Residents in the San Juan Islands by Jim Maya Photography

S weeping sky and sea vistas, outdoor festivals and lingering summer sunsets set the stage for nature lovers to enjoy “island time.�

Romance at Lime Kiln Point State Park by Robert Harrison


ven after 40 years of island living, come June, I spring into summer mode like a kid on vacation. Hiking boots emerge from closet clutter, and my kayak once again sits ready on the water's edge. Grey skies turn to sunny days for weeks on end. Daytime highs are in the 70s, humidity is low and evenings always cool down—July and August average only an inch of rain.

Take a Hike Hiking on San Juan Island by Dana Halferty

Scenes of Lopez Island by Robert Harrison

Hiking is my favorite island activity, and the one that draws the most visitors. Choose from easy walks to challenging climbs across landscapes whose micro-climates support everything from cacti to centuries-old cedar trees and giant swordferns. At Lime Kiln Point State Park (AKA Whale Watch Park), at San Juan Island, take the shoreline trail. If you’re fortunate, you’ll see orca whales foraging in the bull kelp beds below. Visit the photogenic 1919 lighthouse at sunset for a fieryorange sky and seascape shot. Take your time; summer sunsets linger well past 9 pm. The San Juan Island National Historical Park’s two units, one at American Camp and one at English Camp, are island favorites, both offer beach strolls, forest and prairie hikes with stunning snow-capped mountain views. Moran State Park on Orcas Island provides steep climbs and clear lakes for a cool-down swim after hiking, biking or horseback riding throughout the 40-mile network of trails. The summit of Mount Constitution, at 2,409 feet, provides the most spectacular view in the islands—a 180-degree view of white-shrouded Mount Baker and islands scattered below. On Lopez Island, take the forest trail to Shark Reef Sanctuary, you’ll be greeted by the barks of seals, sea lions and the wheeling cries of seagulls. Look for bald eagles in the trees and sleek, playful otters in the emerald green water along the shoreline.


Blockhouse flowers at English Camp, by Chris Farrington

Bucolic Biking A Lopez Island bike ride traverses easy routes alongside wide-open stretches of waterfront, through evergreenscented forest and pasturelands dotted with livestock and farm stands. Orcas Island, on the other hand, has multiple challenging climbs and winding roads— recommended for experienced bike riders only. San Juan Island has gentle shoreline routes, lush farm valley pedals and steep ascents along moss-covered hillsides. All three islands offer bike and equipment rentals for regular and electric assist bikes. Bike shop owners offer repairs and expert recommendations for the safest and most scenic routes.

Orcas with sailboat and Mt Baker by James Mead Maya

Paddle or Sail the Salish Sea The San Juan Islands are a world-renowned destination for sea kayaking, with protected bays, wildlife sanctuary islands, campgrounds at state marine parks, and some open water challenges. In summer, vivid sunset paddles on glassy seas are the norm and at night look for bioluminescence in the water. An experienced tour-guide is the key to kayaking safely in areas suited to your skill level. Or, take it easy and go for a sunset sail aboard a historic schooner or powerboat, instead. However you experience the Salish Sea, the chance of seeing orca, minke or humpback whales or other playful marine mammals such as dolphins and porpoise is often present. If your heart is set on seeing as many marine mammals as possible, your best bet is a motorized whale and wildlife tour available from tour companies on all three islands. Lime Kiln Lighthouse at dusk by Mark Gardner

Kayaking to Stuart Island by Dana Halferty

Kayaker at Sunset by Mark B. Gardner Rainshadow Photographics


The Gourmet Archipelago After nature, a little nurture is in order. Each island serves succulent fresh shellfish sourced from nearby seafood farms. And, seed-to-table dining from on-site gardens and garden-to-glass drinks created with island-foraged berries and botanicals have earned the islands the moniker “the gourmet archipelago.” Vineyards offer tastings in serene settings on all three islands, and San Juan and Orcas Islands have breweries and that serve up tastings in lively atmospheres. Local liquid artists capture the island’s briny and evergreen essence in drinks such as the awardwinning Bull Kelp ESB from San Juan Brewery or San Juan Island Distillery’s Salal Berry or Salish Juniper Spy Hop gins.

Cool Summer Suggestions Pelindaba Lavender Farm, Monica Bennett

Pelindaba Lavender Farm by Robert Harrison

Shakespeare Under the Stars performances and outdoor concerts spell summer throughout the islands. On San Juan Island, the charming and quirky San Juan County Fair— think zucchini and chicken races—is not to be missed. Nor is the annual Pelindaba Lavender and Arts Festival— imagine deep purple fields buzzing with bees and tents filled with local food and crafts. And, of course, the intoxicating smell of lavender everywhere. Wherever you go and whatever you do, please make sure to follow the San Juan Islands' 7 Principles of Leave No Trace (, because as much as islanders welcome visitors we also ask you to help protect the places and wildlife we love. Pelindaba Lavender Festival Tents 2018 by Carole Sue Conran




The Islands are nestled between three great visitor destination—Seattle, Vancouver B.C. and Victoria, B.C., surrounded by the Salish Sea—a natural marine highway of haunting beauty. The three largest Islands, Orcas, Lopez and San Juan, are served regularly by ferries, seaplanes and wheeled planes. Find well-appointed inns and charming waterfront resorts and renowned chefs who serve food as fresh and exciting as anything you’ll find in Seattle or Vancouver. Each island has its own distinct character, but all share crisp, ocean-scrubbed air, quiet coves, and crystal-clear water. Here the natural world is tangible. The islands are home to an eclectic mix of artisans, musicians, scientists, farmers, and millionaires. BARBARA MARRETT is the Communications Manager at the San Juan Islands Visitors Bureau and a Contributing Editor at Crusiing World magazine.

Super Moon Over Cattle Point Lighthouse Sunrise Moonset San Juan Island WA Bill Evans Photography

Lopez Ferry Landing - Sunrise Lopez Island WA Bill Evans Photography


Queen of the California Missions The Santa Barbara Mission “I Madonnari” A Festival of Street Painting in Chalk Art

Photos and Story by Barbara Singer


"I Madonnari" is a Festival of Art that Brings People Together 12

Colorful visual art by Melody Owens 12’ X 12’

t has been over three decades that the “I Madonnari” Street Painting Festival chalks art up, down and around the old Mission Santa Barbara. It happens just weeks before Summer, Memorial Day weekend, to be exact. Namesake of Santa Barbara, the Santa Barbara Mission was always considered “The Queen of the Missions,” the most beautiful of all, known for its twin bell towers. Of California’s twenty-one Spanish Missions; this was the tenth, blessed December 4th, 1786 by Father Junipero Serraand founded by Father Fermin de Lausen. Located atop Santa Barbara in a grassy area surrounded by vast rose gardens; it is a fully active church operated by Franciscan Friars of the Province of St. Barbara.

Artists' Tools


Classical replication of Thomas Hart Benton art by street painter Jessie Altstatt 8’ X 12’

Reproduction of the Madonna after Mexican painter Jesus Helguera by Lysa Ashley 12’ x12’

Homage to the artist’s Mexican mother by Oydé Juårez Guadalupe 8’ X 12’

Designed by street painters Charles and Paula Diggs 7’ X 7’

Religious inspiration of the Church by Asia Ballew 8’ X 12’

Mutual point of view = Street painters working together Jessie Altstatt & Jennifer Lemay 12’ X 12’


his beloved Mission is an integral part of the city of Santa Barbara’s celebrations. It has been a long time Memorial Day tradition to welcome the I Madonnari Street Painting Festival on the Mission Plaza, which transforms the pavement into an array of large 'spaces' of chalk drawings in the style of its Italian origins. It was in 1972 that street painting with chalk became an art form in Northern Italy in the city of Grazie Di Curtatone. It’s called MADONNARI because of the custom of reproducing the image of the Madonna (Our Lady) at many Catholic religious festivals in Italy. Many of these street painters were vagabonds, who utilized public squares as their personal art galleries. Santa Barbara‘s I Madonnari Festival was the first of its kind in the Western Hemisphere and is now replicated in more than 150 cities. It came into being here when Children’s Creative Project (CCP) executive director, Kathy Koury visited the 1986 street painting competition in Italy. It was her vision that this festival was an opportunity to benefit the arts in the Santa Barbara County schools. Today it directly supports arts education for more than 50,000 children. Here’s a fundraiser for kids’ visual and performing arts through the year. CCP is a nonprofit arts education program of the Santa Barbara Education Office. Kathy Koury relates, “The artists participate for the love of making art, and because it is a unique idea.” The Children’s Creative Project is a nonprofit program of the Santa Barbara County Education Office. Local artists are sponsored by individuals, businesses and organizations for a space 4-by-6 feet to 12by-12 feet at a price of $150-$700, featured artists are 200 street painters of all ages. Chalk artists paint a variety of subjects from whimsical to classical and religious. Kids squares are available too, including a box of pastels chalks for inspired kids to join in the art. About 150 images are created on the asphalt, all drawn with chalk pastels.

Gazing and Gathering

Chicken Cooking on the Grill

Grazi for Festival Fun


Detailed composition by Andrea Johnston 12’ X 12’

Delightful dog drawing, a team focus by architect Brian Cearnal and staff

8’ X 8’

The spirit of Santa Barbara street painting by Andrew Leonard 8’ X 12’


A creation of fantasy by street painter Anneliese Curtis Place 4’ X 6’

Whimsical images by street painter Phyllis Chiu 4’ X 6’

Romantic art by street painter Sophie Paolino 7’ X 7’

isitors flock to the mission to gaze at the spectacular and colorful images. For locals I Madonnari is like traveling without leaving town and it is twice as nice as going away. There is a peaceful solitude meandering around the plaza to stare at the artist’s renderings. Wandering through the plaza, Friars, clad in long brown robes, can be spotted chatting with visitors.

Dancing to Latin jazz music by local Santa Barbara band "Mezcal Martini"

Creative artists at work is only a part of the celebration; there’s live music and authentic Italian edibles such as: the popular lemonrosemary roasted chicken, pasta, pizza, calamari, Italian sausage sandwiches, gelato, cappuccino and more. The crowds dance to local bands, dine al fresco, listen and relax under umbrellas. For sale are t-shirts, posters and note cards of the chalk paintings. You are bound to recognize a brown robed friar socializing or even dancing.

What Can You Expect at I Madonnari?

Three days of artist watching, street performers, live music food specialties. Families, couples, kids and friends congregate at the Mission, arrive anytime 10 am. to 6 pm. and you are on time. All profits benefit arts in the schools. There are amazing talents here and lots of spirit. Here is the place to watch an artist create from start to finish and three days to view, review and keep coming back. If a picture is worth a thousand words, then a trip to I Madonnari is worth that pleasure.

Posing with Friar Larry Gosselin

On a personal note, Santa Barbara is my namesake and after years of weekend retreats, I became a resident and spend many celebrations at Mission Santa Barbara and coincidently, my birthday is December 4th, the same as the founding date of the Santa Barbara Mission. Find out everything at

Mark your calendars for next Memorial Day. Mission Santa Barbara, 220 Laguna Street, Santa Barbara, CA.

Crowds focus on popular street painters Cheryl & Wayne Renshaw Photo: Courtesy of Vita-Bella


Fair Winds Have Long Followed

Newport, Rhode Island Story by Andrea E. McHugh ith 53 years of hosting The America’s Cup matches in its waters, two consecutive Volvo Ocean Race stopovers in four years under its belt, and boats that have graced its harbor since the mid-1700s, Newport has earned its reputation as the Sailing Capital of the World. But you don’t have to be a world class skipper or a weather-beaten expert in circumnavigation to enjoy the best of Narragansett Bay. In Newport and its surrounding coastal communities, there is ample opportunity to raise and trim the sails, grind the winches, tack the jib and take the helm – or simply sit back, relax and take in the magic that is sailing in Newport.


Sailing Newport Harbor by "Discover Newport"

f you want to learn to sail, look no further than Sail Newport, Rhode Island's largest public sailing center. Located on the shores of Fort Adams State Park, the non-profit organization offers two-hour “Try Sailing� experiences where, guided by an experienced instructor, up to three guests can learn the ins and outs of the sport from water safety precautions to techniques like jibing around a buoy and working with the wind.



Sailing Newport Harbor by "Discover Newport"

Sailing Newport Harbor by "Discover Newport"

ewport is home to largest fleet of America's Cup winners in the world and more than half a dozen of these thoroughbreds of the sea have been meticulously maintained for day sails and charter guests. You can easily envision President John F. Kennedy, with First Lady Jacqueline Kennedy by his side, taking in the competitive cup as they did here in 1962 (and while you’re sailing, you’ll see Hammersmith Farm, Jackie’s summertime home and the site of the couple’s 1953 wedding reception). From July 8-13, sailing royalty from around the globe will descend on Newport for the 12 Meter World Championship. This event is the largest-ever gathering of the boat class in the U.S. Sailing’s. Also joining this event will be, Brazil’s Torben Grael and Denmark’s Jesper Bank, who have eight Olympic sailing medals between them. Other opportunities to sail in Newport include sailing aboard an 18th century-style schooner built for leisure and comfortably

coasting. Wooden boat aficionados will enjoy Rum Runner II, a 1929 classic motor yacht commissioned by mobsters used to smuggle “hooch” during the height of Prohibition. If you want to learn more about Newport’s working waterfront, take an educational cruise with Fish ‘n Tales Adventures where you’ll have a front row seat to living the life of a lobsterman – hauling the pots, sorting the daily catch and baiting the traps – all aboard a 50' wooden lobster boat. The Vineyard Gazette offers the most Rhode Island-driven menu from its galley, serving up the state’s famously refreshing Del’s Frozen Lemonade, iconic “coffee cabinets” (similar to a coffee-flavored milkshake), locally made craft brews and “stuffies” – a Little Rhody delicacy made with local quahogs featuring a mixture of clams, chorizo (spicy Portuguese sausage), breadcrumbs and spices mixed and baked in a clam shell.

Sail Newport by Matthew Cohen

Newport Harbor Sunset by "Discover Newport"

These are just a few of the ways to experience sailing in Newport, a city which plans to open the doors to the National Sailing Hall of Fame in 2020.


MASTERS ATHLETICS: Sports Travel for Older Athletes Story and Photography by Rob Jerome

What do Malaga, Spain; Auckland, New Zealand; Daegu, South Korea; and Torun, Poland have in common? In the past few years, these cities have all been sites of major international athletic competitions. However, these competitions were not what most sports fans expect. They involved “Masters Athletes�, competitors ranging in age from 35 to over 100 years old. At Masters competitions, it is not uncommon to see athletes in their 70s, 80s and 90s competing in pole vault, high jump, hurdles and other events normally associated with athletes decades younger.


CHARLES ALLIE Age 71 Masters track and field, with more than 10,000 participants in the US alone, held its first world championships in Toronto in 1975. Currently, two-time World Masters Athlete of the Year Charles Allie, 71, has the distinction of being the fastest man in the world over the age of 70.

Who are these Masters Athletes? Some of them are former Olympians or other athletes who have been competing all their lives. But many are ordinary enthusiasts who began their active participation in sports later in life or after retirement. They all share the common belief that sports are not only for the young. Emerging on nationally and internationally organized bases in the 1970s, Masters competitions generally feature the same sports offered to younger athletes. For example, this summer’s National Senior Games in Albuquerque, New Mexico, feature track and field, swimming, tennis, basketball, softball, volleyball and golf, among other sports. Sometimes a sport is added that appeals primarily to older people, such as horseshoes. To level the playing field, Masters Athletes usually compete in 5-year age groups: ages 35-39, 40-44 and so on. ROMAN MARENIN Age 36 Like the Olympics, International Masters meets are an occasion to show national pride.

YOKO NAKANO Age 80 Japan Setting a World Record in Masters Athletics is a tremendous achievement. Japan’s Yoko Nakano set the World Record in the in the Women’s 80-84 800-meter run at last summer’s Malaga World Championships with a time of 3:30.41.


RACHEL GUEST Age 43 Hurdles Bronze Masters Athletes in the younger age groups often turn in results that are comparable to collegiate athletes. Rachel Guest, 43, is a world champion in the heptathlon.

CHRISTEL DONLEY Age 84 Christel Donley, 84, has been an outstanding track and field athlete since her youth in Germany. She is a recipient of the USATF Masters Lifetime Achievement Award.

IRENE OBERA Age 86 Irene Obera, 86, has been a track and field athlete for more than 60 years. She was 2016 World Masters Athlete of the Year.


Track and field is one of the most wellorganized sports on an international basis for Masters Athletes. At last summer’s World Masters Outdoor Track and Field Championships in Malaga, 101 countries were represented. The competition is real, and athletes take pride in winning medals for their home countries. At the same time, the spirit of international camaraderie is palpable, and it is inspirational to see older athletes from around world support one another as they compete. In Masters Track and Field, national indoor and outdoor championships are held every year with many local and regional meets held throughout the year. World outdoor competitions occur in the even years (the 2020 meet will be in Toronto) while world indoor competitions occur in the odd years (the 2021 meet will be in Edmonton).

NERINGA JAKSTIENE Age 55 Neringa Jaksteine, 55, was a top Soviet track and field athlete in her youth in Lithuania. Now, she is setting World Records for Team USA at international competitions.

JAMES BARRINEAU JR Age 64 Some Masters Athletes were Olympians, such as James Barrineau, 64, who competed in the high jump at the 1976 Montreal Olympics.

As the population ages, Masters Athletics fits in with the current trend of active vacations for older travelers, with an emphasis on “active”. At most world competitions, athletic events are contested every day with the exception of one or two “off ” days that give athletes a chance to see the local sights. Generally, the local organizing committee for the competitions arranges tours for visiting athletes. Thus, the cities that sponsor international Masters competitions profit handsomely from tourism revenues. At the 2017 World Masters Games, Auckland welcomed more than 25,000 athletes. Albuquerque will host more than 13,000 competitors for the 2019 National Masters Games.

ANGELA HERZNER Age 44 Masters Athletes in the younger age groups often turn in results that are comparable to collegiate athletes.

CHRISTA BORTIGNON Age 82 Christa Bortignon, of Canada did not compete in track and field until she was 72. Four years later, she was named World Masters Athlete of the Year.

FLO MEILER Age 85 Florence Meiler, 85, has won over 750 medals in Masters track and field competitions. She is one of the oldest female pole vaulters in the world.


A powerful benefit of the Masters Athletics movement is that it helps to DEBUNK SOME OF THE STEREOTYPES RELATED TO AGING. At the recent Indoor World Championships in Torun, over 30% of Team USA’s medals were won by athletes over the age of 80. This remarkable statistic seems to embody the simple but powerful slogan of a past World Masters Games: MONICA NICOSIA Age 53 Just as the Olympics have winter competitions, winters sports such as figure skating are available to Masters athletes.

400 METER FREESTYLE Ages 70-85


“Fit for Life”.

BAKER SHANNON Age 91 Multiple Swimming Events

MADELEINE BARNETT Age 63 Australia MARTIN LANG Age 64 Australia

JOAN GODSALL Age 90 Australia

WISCONSIN WATERLOONS Sync Swimming Gold Even synchronized swimming has a Master’s division.


The music of my generation started here. It has taken me five decades to get to the source.

Rockabilly Roadtr ip Story by Bennett Root and Photography by Bennett Root and Helen Hernandez Mostly, I came for the music. And to be fair, this was a roadtrip that started some 50-plus years ago. As a kid, I earned my beer money playing guitar in a folk music group, learning basic chord patterns from country music giants like Johnny Cash, Merle Haggard, Waylon Jennings, the Everly Brothers and Marty Robbins, all of whom my opera-loving Father hated. Then there was Kristofferson, and Emmy Lou Harris. My Dad would have called these artists “gateway drugs,” the ones

that got me to Bill Hailey, Chuck Berry, Jerry Lee Lewis, and worst of all, Elvis. As a kid, my fingers were strong and sinuous, roughly calloused from metal guitar strings. Now my fingers are thicker, out of practice, of course, and the callouses are long gone. But the spirit of the music still burns. So, a trip to Nashville and Memphis (including Graceland) was irresistible. A Rockabilly Roadtrip! Photo by Helen Hernandez


Broadway is jammed with people, cars and country sounds from traditional oldies but goodies to a new, hipper versions of life’s stories that we all live sooner or later.

I couldn’t resist fingering this guitar’s neck, as outsized to me as the music was to my effort to earn a ticket to Music Row. I did enjoy the doorway’s image of Big Ass Beet “to go.” Again, I ask, “What could possibly go wrong?”

Nashville Nashville is a renewed city with a contemporary skyline. We stayed downtown, a few blocks from the Cumberland River which brought the first country fiddlers— supposedly including one Davy Crockett—to this growing, middleTennessee town almost 150 years ago. The conference my wife and I were attending did everything first class, so the first couple days were upscale, with music sandwiched between meetings, phone calls, gourmet eats and the Frist Art Museum (worth the visit!). We were hosted at the Country Music Hall of Fame, with memorabilia and guitars from 100 country giants, including fancy versions of my old Martin D-28 and my Gretsch f-hole, hollowbody. There were Gibsons, Fenders, Vega five-string banjos, mandolins, steels, Dobroes. I was in heaven! And the cars were intoxicating--the most outrageous I’ve ever seen— with serious country-custom cabins, fins and chrome, and continental kits burnishing their tail ends. A warm nostalgia coursed through me, recalling an exaggerated past as I recreated Music City in my memories. Nashville boasts at least two iconic music venues: Ryman Auditorium and the Grand Ole Opry (not to be confused with my Dad’s opera). Our schedule didn’t fit eithers’ performances—so I will be going back. But we were able to venture to The Caverns, home of the Bluegrass Underground, for an evening with Mike Ferris, a modern, hometown talent, blending blues, gospel, rock and soul in a resonant acoustical environment, a newer version of a mixed musical soup that had fired the innovations which brought us jazz, blues and, yes, rockabilly.

Nashville’s new skyline defines its physique, but Broadway and Music Row define its heart.

Banjoes, fiddles, and mandolins sang out on top of rhythm guitars and a bass to develop melody and punctuate three chord fundamentals.

The Country Music Hall of Fame’s glittering wall of records recalls a range of artists who straight forward lyrics tell America’s story. The pioneers are gone, but behind each ax you can hear the sounds that shaped how we worshiped our heroes, lamented lovers lost, and moved down the road from buried dreams.

A perfect pink Cadillac. Not in my lifetime, even at my Junior Prom.

Cadillacs were black then. Unless they were white, or occasionally red. I can’t imagine a purple Cadillac.. But I’d drive it if I got the chance.

Photo by Helen Hernandez It was a time when our cars defined us: 50’s privilege and attitude in our heartland expressed as a Continental kit.

Silver dollars, six shooters and a radar gun. What could possibly go wrong?


Southeast of Nashville, The Cavern’s underground natural acoustics deepen and enrich country sounds from bluegrass to today’s rock.

A cover band a Robert’s Western World has us singing and stomping on Friday night. “Lucille” was the name of B.B. King’s (many) guitar(s). Legend has it that between sets, a smokey hot woman named Lucille was the reason the fist fight started, which was the reason the fire started, which was the reason King had to run into a burning building to save his then guitar. All subsequent guitars have been named “Lucille.”

Country comes indoors with modulated, more refined sounds that go well with a glass of Burgundy or Bordeaux.from bluegrass to today’s rock.

Photo by Helen Hernandez

On a blue highway, still an hour out of Memphis, we stopped for pulled pork that had been smokin’ in the back, and fried chicken Mama cooked up. As we listened to the banter, you could hear the daytime version of the night’s music from Nashville’s honkytonks. .


Photo by Helen Hernandez

Soon enough the conference work was done, and we were hotfooting it to Broadway, Nashville’s jam of bars, clubs and showplaces where the music comes directly from the earth. The streets were a mash of cars, people, cycles and even an electric scooter or two. Robert’s and Layla’s offered country classics from cover bands, and there were venues with new, raw talent scratching for attention on Broadway’s dizzying kaleidoscope. The nostalgia was back. I even tried to sing, but those days were gone, or perhaps they never existed. There is a simplicity to country music, both its basic three chord, AABA structure, and its directness of message. The words differ and the tunes are their own, but the themes repeat and often a sense of survival, even rebirth comes from the lyrics. The songs reach out and touch us. There is a fundamental connection that is impossible not to share. As my Father was moved by the grand arias from Puccini, or Verdi or Bizet, so I felt connected to a simpler music that that forced me to meet life on life’s terms. Nashville is quiet early Saturday morning— recovering from the night before, preparing for another blowout. We took the quiet as a great time to head out to Memphis, a couple of hundred miles west on Interstate 40. But you can’t see much of Tennessee at seventy on the Interstate, so we exited as soon as we cleared Nashville and lollygagged along blue highways and a few county roads. Lively, fresh greens of late Spring growth crowded two lane roads. Time slowed down. Fewer Beamers, more Deere. Real life. We stopped for some home cooking which we missed in the high-end restaurants of Nashville. Our waitress was patient with our uncertainty as we wavered among pulled pork, barbeque, the Southern fried chicken we craved. Ultimately, she said they were all good, Mama’s recipes, explaining each while she danced back and forth between our questions and servicing takeout customers. While she chatted up the locals, we lounged over lunch, eavesdropping on daily life challenges, feeling ourselves melt into a lazy Saturday afternoon.

Memphis Memphis is Home of the Blues, that we knew for sure. But its rich history includes Martin Luther King’s assassination, and we felt compelled to honor his memory by stopping at the Lorraine Motel, now redone as the National Civil Rights Museum. It is a moving collection of history we lived in the newspapers day-by day, but at a distance, unconnected to individual people of a beaten down underclass who stepped out from their churches, their schools and their segregated neighborhoods and stepped up to push a resistant country closer to recognizing that our people of color are a part of our country and deserve better than a separate, but (un) equal, second-class life. Having come of age during the civil rights struggle, I thought I knew this history. But this Museum brought us closer to threats from Bull Connor’s dogs and the fears of the Little Rock Nine as they tried to make their way to school and a chance for an equal education. The experience gave a depth of meaning to King’s Letter from a Birmingham jail, and the elegance of his contribution to our collective legacy. If it is Broadway in Nashville, it is Beale Street in Memphis. Created in the mid-1800’s so merchants could get their goods to and from the Mississippi, by the turn of the century it became home to W. C. Handy’s “Memphis Blues” and artists including Louis Armstrong. Muddy Waters and Riley “Blues Boy” King, better known to us as B.B. King. We walked the street early, before the crush, sampling street food for our dinner. Then we settled in at the upstairs bar in B.B. King’s Blues Club on Beale and South Second. Booze and blues—what’s not to like? We sang, we danced, we clapped, we stomped. It seemed Lucille (BB King named his guitars after the lady who caused the fight, which caused the fire he ran into to save his guitar—ah, but that’s a different story) was in the house when that night’s guitarist took over the close of his set with screaming riffs that held you, and then he moved on to yet another musical mountain, working towards a new peak. Over and over, until the room was exhausted.

Beale Street in Memphis is the Home of the Blues, the ying to Music City’s country yang. No matter the difference, crowds predominate, soaking up the music and the country’s soul.

Fifty-one years ago, Martin Luther King was killed while standing on the balcony of Memphis’ Lorraine Motel, where a wreath hangs today. Charlottesville forces us to ask how far we have come in five decades.

I read this history every day in the newspapers. Today, Memphis’ Civil Rights Museum makes a visitor feel the history unfolding in a new, raw, more meaningful way. MLK’s Letter from the Birmingham Jail asks what rights are right. It asks us to live to our ideals, a call I am not sure is better answered today than when the letter was written..


Helen and I welcome visitors to Graceland. (Actually, we have stolen a moment between busloads.) The mansion reminded me of the American who sagely observed when describing his experience of the Mona Lisa, “I thought it would be bigger and better.” The famous “Jungle Room” actually recalled to me memories of stories about Elvis and the Colonel, which I found transformational, and my Father referred to as garbage. History repeats itself as I analyze today’s music for my kids and grandkids.

This could have been my living room in the late 50’s. But it wasn’t.

The ducks at Memphis’ Peabody Hotel indeed “march” to the fountain each day at 11:00am, precisely. They were, however, out of step with the Souza march that was played to accompany this majestic moment, at least on the day we visited.


e stayed at the Peabody Hotel, an institutional “must see” for Memphis visitors, widely known for its famous ducks who, tradition has it, march to John Phillip Sousa’s “King Cotton March” down a red carpet to their day job: swimming in the large, travertine fountain that dominates the grand lobby sitting area of the hotel. Always up to share in a local tradition, we pressed up to the mezzanine balcony at 11am Sunday morning with hundreds of others. To much pomp, (perhaps too much pomp), five ducks duly appeared and scampered (not marched) to the comfort of the fountain’s basin. It was over in two seconds. Oh well, on to Graceland. It was the end of the roadtrip, but what a way to end, in the home of another Memphis king, Elvis Presley. “Hound Dog” and “Heartbreak Hotel” hit the pop charts as I hit puberty. Both were exciting. I practiced his rhythms and tried to capture his presence. My Dad refused to let me watch his early television appearances and banished his records from our

Elvis is buried here on the south lawn at Graceland, barely 100 miles from his birthplace in Tupelo, Mississippi. How far he traveled, only to come to rest a mere couple of hours from home.

Elvis as he was before Hollywood took the rockabilly from us, and before Vegas took Elvis from us.

home. But the music prevailed, and fifty years later, I stood on the doorstep of the source of rock and roll. The house itself was stately, but it had nothing on the mansions of Michigan’s Beverley Hills of my youth, or the Beverly Hills that boasts Sunset Boulevard. Yet there was magic as I walked back in time into Elvis’ living room and dining room, furnished out of the late fifties, and then there was another flood of roadtrip nostalgia as I walked into the “Jungle Room” and his recording room, where I stood in the very place where the rockabilly music was made. Graceland itself offered a pastoral, almost timeless, peacefulness. Elvis’ music, hardly peaceful, seemed timeless and forever, too. Nashville’s cover bands whet my appetite, got me primed with prime country. Beale Street’s blues had me cruising with a gutsy sax and a piercing guitar. Graceland was a cherry on top.


Photo by Helen Hernandez

A slogan for an era and style emanating from the heartland.

It wasn’t opera, but it was America, and I enjoyed the Hell out of the ROCKABILLY and this ROADTRIP.


Charlevoix Region of Quebec Provides Serene Summer Escape Story and Photography by Vanessa Orr


The beach at Saint-Irénée.

ack in the days before airconditioning, those with the means to do so would escape to cooler climes to avoid the oppressive heat and cholera-choked cities. The Charlevoix region of Quebec, located along the St. Lawrence River in Canada, became a haven for those looking for lower temperatures, spectacular landscapes and a warm local welcome. A view of the region from a Héli-Charlevoix ride.

One of the favorite vacation spots of U.S. President William H. Taft, who owned a summer home in the area, the region was recently the site of the G7 Summit in 2018, hosting leaders from around the world. But you don’t have to run a country to feel like royalty here; visitors from all walks of life are welcome to enjoy the laid-back charms of the region’s picturesque villages, as well as the majesty of the rugged countryside, which was formed by a meteorite that crashed into the area more than 350 million years ago. To truly get a sense of the region, it helps to get a bird’s-eye view. HéliCharlevoix offers helicopter tours of the area, and it’s awe-inspiring to see the landscape from this perspective. Hovering between Mont des Morios and the St. Lawrence River, you can see the crater that the meteorite left, and the small villages and pastoral farm fields nestled within. The views are so magnificent that for a moment I actually forgot my fear of heights and of being in small machines miles above jagged rocks—it also helped that our pilot had been providing these tours for years, despite his initial claim that this was his first time in a helicopter, too.

A view of the region from a Héli-Charlevoix ride.

The wharf at Saint-Irénée; one must-stop along the St. Lawrence Route.


or a closer view of the region, the Train de Charlevoix offers the chance to stop at seven different stations between Quebec City and La Malbaie along its 77-mile route. Open from June to October, the two-car train with its large picture windows provides a perfect platform from which to admire the rocky shores of the St. Lawrence, and to see areas otherwise not accessible by car. You can choose to ride straight through, or to overnight in different towns and rejoin the train when you’re ready to continue your travels. : The views are magnificent from the water on a whale-watching trip.

The Train de Charlevoix runs right alongside the rocky shores of the St. Lawrence River.

The area is unique in that while it has attracted visitors for more than a century, it remains unspoiled and serene—you actually feel refreshed while wandering along the well-kept streets and wooded trails instead of rushed among milling crowds. That’s not to say that you can’t stay busy; there are miles of hiking, biking and motorcycle trails, charming shops and sublime farm-totable restaurants, whale-watching tours and even North America’s second oldest golf course—the Club de Golf de Murray Bay. One of President Taft’s favorite spots, it still welcomes those who want to play 18 holes; those who do hit the links are rewarded by stunning views of the St. Lawrence River from its rolling greens. There is a wide range of accommodations to suit every taste, from locally owned bed-andbreakfasts like Auberge des 3 Canards, which also has a charming on-site restaurant, to the Fairmont Le Manoir Richelieu, a castle-like resort perched on the cliff of Pointe-au-Pic that offers non-stop views and superior customer service. Though different experiences, they both offer top-of-the-line hospitality and delicious farm-to-table dining opportunities that showcase the riches of the countryside. While modern conveniences may have made it easier to spend summers in less temperate climates, why would you really want to? A visit to the Charlevoix region is not only a welcome relief from the heat, but a return to a more relaxing, soul-enriching way of life.


: The Train de Charlevoix travels 77 miles from Quebec to La Malbaie, with stops in-between.


The Fairmont Le Manoir Richelieu

Shopping along the main street of Baie-Saint-Paul.

The Fairmont Le Manoir Richelieu

Shopping along the main street of Baie-Saint-Paul.

Crêpes au beurre d’érable— maple butter crepes at Auberge des 3 Canards

The view of the St. Lawrence River from Club de Golf Murray Bay

Shopping along the main street of Baie-SaintPaul. Farm-to-table delicacies at Auberge des Falaises restaurant in La Malbaie


The free, clean, sandy beach at Atlantic City


Early morning bicyclists share the Atlantic City boardwalk with walkers and rolling chairs

Atlantic City's Bountiful Treasures

Story by Arline Zatz - Photography by Joel Zatz n 2018, over 20 million people traveled to Atlantic City. Many hoped to strike it rich by rolling dice, playing cards, the slot machines and other games of chance at the posh gambling casinos. Some win, but most lose. Fortunately, all visitors can go home winners by exploring the area’s bountiful treasures. Outside the casinos, relax on the free, wide and clean sandy beach. Watch seagulls flying overhead; bask in the sun for a free dose of Vitamin D; listen to the sound of the Atlantic Ocean’s waves pounding the beach. Dip your feet into the water to keep cool, or go for a refreshing swim and, if you’re an angler, bring your fishing equipment and hopefully catch a delectable dinner. Not a beach lover? Then walk or jog along the over sixmile-long boardwalk that’s up to 60 feet wide in spots, and made of thousands of wooden planks laid on concreteand-steel pilings. The first boardwalk was built in 1870 to keep visitors from dropping sand on hotel carpets. Today’s expanded boardwalk is surrounded by restaurants, game rooms, gift shops, and stores selling Atlantic City's famed salt-water taffy, fried sugar-coasted funnel cakes, and just about any food you may be craving – including pizza, subs, ice cream and hoagies. Any food you may crave can be found here – and also in the top casino restaurants. There are many benches along the boardwalk to rest on, and it’s fun watching people walking by or those sitting on the sand beneath colorful umbrellas. One way to avoid exercise, yet explore the boardwalk, is to rent a covered rolling chair powered by a human, who will point out interesting features. (Various fees depend on distance.)

View of the beach and Atlantic Ocean from the howdah of Lucy the Margate Elephant

Rolling chairs are a popular way to tour the boardwalk


The Ferris wheel is a Steel Pier favoorite

A girl ascends the climbing wall at the Steel Piery

On the Steel pier, visitors can test their skill at many games Salt water taffy, originated in Atlantic City, is featured in a number of shops


Visitors enjoying the Steel Pier merry-go-round

he thousandfoot long Steel Pier, built in 1898, features live music, games, and rides – including a Merry-GoRound, Roller Coaster, and a giant Ferris wheel for thrills and great views. Food stands abound, and dozens of events are held here year-round. The Jim Whelan Boardwalk Hall hosts numerous events including comedy festivals, basketball championships, drone racing, hockey, boxing, soccer, and starsstudded shows. Explore the inside of this huge, lovely building, at no charge. Try the interactive video boards, artifacts of Atlantic City, and watch clips of the city’s history at its mini-theater. Built in 1926, there’s a 456 x 310 feet striking Barrel Vault ceiling made of painted aluminum tiles to resemble Roman baths. The largest organ in the world is housed here. Free recitals demonstrating the organ’s powerful music are held weekdays, May through September 30 at 12:30 P.M., plus an in-depth tour is available every Wednesday from 10:00 A.M to 12:30 P.M. year-round.

The oddshaped Ripley’s Believe It or Not! building houses the oddities inside

Pool at Harrah's Atlantic City. Unique decor and architecture may be found in many of the casino hotels.

New Jersey Korean War memorial, on the boardwalk, in the midst of luxury hotels and casinos.


Absecon lighthouse, 171 feet high, is the tallest in New Jersey. The keeper's house is in the foreground

bsecon Lighthouse, at 171 feet high, is New Jersey's tallest lighthouse. Climb the 228 winding steps to the top to view the original Fresnel lens imported from France in 1857 to guide boats. The light still shines brightly every night and can be seen for miles. Below are dozens of boats docked in scenic Absecon Inlet. A variety of events are held here, including the popular evening program, "By the Light of the Moon.” Shoppers love "The Playground,” that’s situated 800 feet over the Atlantic Ocean. Across from Caesar’s Casino and connected by a walkway, it has three levels with upscale shops and restaurants. For fine ocean views, go the top floor where a banquet hall and wedding chapel is located. Atlantic City Aquarium at Historic Gardner's Basin is fantastic and a fun, educational place with over a hundred varieties of fish and marine animals; a “Please Touch” tank containing Horseshoe Crabs and Sea Urchins. Other exhibits contain live moray eels and seahorses. A Live Dive Feeding Show and an Animal show are on tap, plus much more.

Visitors can view the Fresnel lens at Absecon lighthouse

Red bellied piranha in the Atlantic City Aquarium. Piranhas are reputed to be the most feroceous fresh water fish.

Entrance to Atlantic City Aquarium at Historic Gardner’s Basin


isiting New Jersey’s landmark Lucy the Elephant is a unique experience. Only two miles away in Margate, and built in 1881 as a real estate office, this six-story attraction beckons visitors of all ages into her huge body. Learn her history via a short video, and look though one of her big eyes or from the Howdah for a view of the city. Do attend the annual Atlantic City Air Show, "Thunder Over the Boardwalk" on August 21, 2019. This year, the United Kingdom’s daredevil stunt fliers - the Red Arrows -will appear along with the Air Force Thunderbirds and the Army Golden Knights Parachute Team providing thrills and expert formations. For best viewing, stay on the boardwalk, and have your camera, sunscreen, hat, and water for this memorable, exciting event. For more information on the casinos and more attractions, call (1-888-228-4748) or visit the Boardwalk Information Center located at Mississippi Avenue and the Boardwalk. Hours are Monday – Thursday from 9:30 AM - 5:30 PM; Friday, Saturday and Holidays from 9:30 AM - 8:00 PM.

One of Lucy the Elephant's huge eyes

Lucy the Elephant, built in 1881, is 65 feet high and is made of wood.

Replica of Lucy the Elephant made of over a million jelly beans is featured at It'Sugar, on Atlantic City's boardwalk.


Baseball Woodstock Story and Photography by Dan Schlossberg

Sluggers Vladimir Guerrero, Sr., Jim Thome, and Chipper Jones were part of the six-man Class of 2018. Photo courtesy of the Baseball Hall of Fame


ifty years ago this summer, tens of thousands converged on a sprawling field in Upstate New York to celebrate a shared love of peace, partying, and music. This summer, another throng will gather on another Empire State meadow – to celebrate their infatuation with baseball. Since two of the six members of the 2019 induction class wore the uniform of the New York Yankees, attendance at the annual Baseball Hall of Fame induction ceremonies on July 21 could top 100,000 for the first time.

That means a sea of bodies, most clad in baseball paraphernalia, as far as the eye can see. Meaning a crescendo of applause, flag-waving and bell-ringing for Mariano Rivera, the Panamanian-born relief pitcher who became the first man elected with 100 per cent of the vote. Rivera, who saved a record 652 games in a 19-year career spent entirely in the Bronx, will be accompanied into the hallowed Hall by fellow pitchers Mike Mussina, Roy Halladay, and Lee Smith plus designated hitters Edgar Martinez and Harold Baines.

All the action centers on a field behind the Clark Sports Center, a mile from Main Street in Cooperstown, where the Hall of Fame opened in 1939. Inductions have been held every summer since, with attendance reaching a peak of 87,000 in 2007 for ceremonies honoring Tony Gwynn and Cal Ripken, Jr. With two Yankees set to join them this year and long-time team captain Derek Jeter on deck for 2020, that record is on life support.

Throngs packed Main Street for the initial induction of the Baseball Hall of Fame on June 12, 1939. Photo courtesy of the Baseball Hall of Fame

Induction crowds are so enormous that ceremonies are held in vast open fields behind the Clark Sports Center, a mile from town.


With the notable exception of Hall of Fame Induction Weekend, Cooperstown is a quiet hamlet in Central New York.

ankee Stadium is just four hours from Cooperstown, though the combination of summer traffic and country roads could make the trip more arduous. State Police and local security officials have been suggesting that finding accommodations and parking will be as difficult as hitting a Mariano Rivera cutter. Unlike Woodstock, where kids in tie-dyed shirts arrived in Volkswagens, motorcycles, and broken-down buses, Induction Weekend has the luxury of past experience. But that doesn’t mean fan behavior won’t be identical.


There’s always a multitude – not to mention tents, blankets, chairs, and even baby strollers of every size and description. Shirtless men in baseball caps and women wearing the bare legal minimum mingle under the sweltering summer sun of

The tiny Cooperstown diner looks like it was shoved into place with a giant shoehorn.

Central New York, turning a bucolic open field into a vast social mixer. Even though admission is free, finding hotel space or restaurant seats can be taxing. Girls from Cooperstown High School sell hot dogs at prices well below ballpark average but getting one is an odyssey more difficult than finding a parking space. Long lines twist from concessions stands, with hungry spectators forced to tip-toe around arms, legs, and torsos straining for a better look at the action on stage or the enormous video monitors erected for the occasion. Baseball Woodstock is a oncea-year event, usually held the third weekend of July. The atmosphere is festive, typical of an overcrowded country fair, with fans cheering not only for their favorites but also for the others on the podium. Selectees are told to keep speeches short but often lose their composure or feel a need to thank the dozens of people – including

teachers and coaches in addition to family members – who inspired them. Contrary to what Tom Hanks said in A League Of Their Own, there is crying in baseball. Winning election is difficult since it requires 75 per cent of the vote by the Baseball Writers Association of America. Many of the former players who surface for Induction Weekend find time for golf on the greens of The Otesaga, a 110-year-old lakefront resort where the Hall of Famers and baseball officials stay. Celebrity sightings on the streets are common, as teams associated with the honorees sometimes send planeloads of stars. Induction Weekend not only attracts living Hall of Famers but also former stars good enough to merit baseball cards instead of plaques but anxious to sell their autographs along Main Street, limited to pedestrians-only during Induction Weekend.

Doubleday Field is a baseball stadium in Cooperstown, named for Abner Doubleday and located two village blocks from the National Baseball Hall of Fame and Museum.

Kids seem fascinated with the life-sized statues of baseball legends Babe Ruth (left) and Ted Williams in the Hall of Fame gallery.

The sun still shines on Babe Ruth and Ted Williams, two of the game's greatest hitters.

Famous fans from several cities still have their day in the sun at the Baseball Hall of Fame.


etting there is half the fun. Perched in the hilly terrain described in James Fenimore Cooper’s Last of the Mohicans, Cooperstown is 90 minutes west of Albany and 45 miles south of Utica. There’s no airport, train

service, or high-speed highway – just a maze of two-lane roads that slice through thickets and woods while clinging to the shoreline of Lake Otsego, called Glimmerglass Lake in Cooper’s novels. The town has five square blocks, homes and structures erected more than a century ago, an opera house, and a

few museums that sprang up to complement the Hall of Fame. Opened in a brick building that could pass for a police precinct, the interior of the four-story structure is a world-class museum that traces the 150-year evolution of baseball. The Hall of Fame is more than a museum; it’s a shrine to American history.

A man of humble origins in Mobile, Alabama, Hank Aaron battled segregation and prejudice to become the lifetime leader in home runs, as depicted in the Hall of Fame's 'Sharing the Dream' exhibit.


John Smoltz, inducted in 2015, was enormously successful as both a starter and closer. He was also the only player to wear a Braves uniform throughout the team's record 14-year title streak.

Hank Aaron and his wife Billye navigate the entrance to the Baseball Hall of Fame after the annual Red Carpet parade.

Cooperstown was founded by the father of Last of the Mohicans author James Fenimore Cooper, whose statue sits next to the Baseball Hall of Fame's library.

Sixty feet, six inches separates this bronze pitcher-and-catcher battery on the grounds of the Baseball Hall of Fame.

The sextet from last summer's inductions (left to right) are Chipper Jones, Alan Trammell, Vladimir Guerrero, Sr., Trevor Hoffman, Jack Morris, and Jim Thome. Photo courtesy of the Baseball Hall of Fame

The Hall of Fame's ballparks exhibit is one of the most popular in the venerable museum.

Most visitors begin their tours of the Baseball Hall of Fame with this multi-media orientation presentation.


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JOURNEY TO VIRGINIA INTERNATIONAL RACEWAY y flight from Atlanta to Raleigh-Durham was on-time and I was welcomed by Formula Experience’s business manager Heather Satterfield. She picked me up at RDU’s Delta terminal and we were on our way to Alton, VA. Funny thing is, I had just recently moved from Raleigh to Atlanta when Formula invitation came my way. It was nice to be home. Heather was the perfect hostess all weekend long. We made it to track in just over an hour.

It's so pretty

RACE CAR DRIVING 101 fter our dinner at the Oak Tree Tavern we set off to the training center which is just off their main garage. You’re welcomed by a half dozen cars in bright primary colors, black and white. The car numbered “88” is the one I want to drive. After our group stops drooling over the goods, we head back to the classroom and go through the paperwork. Driving a race car on your own, or as a passenger is serious business. There were forms to fill out and a $500 insurance premium, yes per person on top of the overall package, that needed attention. There was a map of the track we would be driving on in poster format wall. Peter talked us through the drive, curve by curve. Next we were fitted for our suits, shoes and helmets. Now it was time to do a test run on the virtual track. There were three screens on the simulator and our course was already programmed in. We took turns training in the virtual environment before it was time to suit up and go for our night drive.

Last minute instructions before the morning ride 88 my favorite number


Night ride without me

View from the tower


Sherrie behind the wheel

TIGHT QUARTERS t appears I forgot one thing when I was preparing for my personal formula experience, that I’m claustrophobic. The garage is a one mile drive from the track. As the crew was getting me settled in the passenger seat I started to panic. Up to this point I hadn’t realized how snug a driver is nestled inside the vehicle. As Peter pointed out in the class “You have to feel how the car moves and be a part of it.” The guys rolled me outside and the pure darkness became apparent under the Virginia skies. Peter hopped in along side me and that extra breathing room I had vanished. I made it to the track and politely requested to sit out the night drive. By the next morning I was ready to put the pedal to the metal.

LADIES AND GENTLEMEN... START YOUR ENGINES fter breakfast we selected our cars and were ready to get behind the wheel. Once on the track we had a professional driver that escorted us in another vehicle. Safety first. There were about eight people in our group and we all took turns driving their car doing a half dozen laps or so before heading back into the pit. So many emotions. It was nerve racking, exhilarating and dangerous all bundled together. It was also hot. The cars put off a lot of heat and the helmet, suit and fire-retardant shoes just add to it.

Last selfie before heading to the track

Tootsie coverings

Car under construction

FINDING THE THRILL OF THE DRIVE o you remember that feeling you had the first time you rode a bike without training wheels? Foot on the gas I raced up the hill, accelerating coming into the curve, then slammed on my breaks just like a professional driver. Boom! There it was. I was one with the car. I got it. This is why people love to drive race cars. It’s fast, it’s fun and if you’re an adrenaline junkie, you’ll get your fix with every lap.


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