Truly, it turned out to be no contest. The Beach wins ten times out of ten. At least as far as my personal experience went.
But perhaps I should step back a moment and recap…
The family decided to spend Thanksgiving away from the old homestead (see, the dude ranch environment did rub off on me. Some.) only rather than selecting a beautiful sandy beach in a warm location, we picked a trip to the Rockies for a short stay at a ranch.
It was an interesting experience, to say the least. And mostly good, I’ll grant you that much. But there was one, big, ugly problem that made the trip less appealing than the pleasant lapping of waves against the shore. Can you guess what it was?
That’s right. Stupid snow. And stupid, artic temperatures. And, of course, I felt it was necessary to go horseback riding in this for the sake of “getting the complete experience.” Yep, yours truly was in six layers of clothing and still on the verge of frostbite (damned cowboy boots have zero insulation).
On the plus side, the dude ranch had great food, spectacular service, horses (fun, even in the cold) and we could reach it by car from Fremoahu in a day. And they did “use antlers in all of their de-cor-a-ting” (my favorite Disney musical number).
Conversely, the beach has cabanas, warm tropical breezes, delicious drinks delivered directly to my hand, bikinis, and lots of nightlife (that doesn’t involve square dancing.)
Yet despite the hardships, I did still enjoy the mountains. In the end, I suppose any vacation is to be treasured as long as it lets you Go Slow.