That’s hard, because trips back east from California to my original home base in the Boston area over a 44-year period have been very important to me. Maybe not always rankable on a best-to-worst scale, though.
I guess I would have to say my trip to Scotland in 1998. I had longed all my life, from young childhood, to visit Scotland, and decades later I went. I loved being there, loved everything about it, and still cherish the hope of one day going back.
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On further thought, though, the truly best ones might have been just over the hill here, at a special spot in the Santa Cruz mountains that my late husband and I returned to several times a year, year after year. We stayed in a peaceful, woodsy little cottage under the redwoods by the San Lorenzo River and felt that we were far, far away from anything that troubled us. Those are the memories I will treasure the most, I think.
I also have more pictures of leaves and bark in all seasons than probably most anybody else on this site.