Frank Hosek

1 month ago | goworldtravel.com | Frank Hosek

I stood as close to Champlain Mountain’s granite cliffside in Acadia National Park as I could bodily squeeze myself. My left hand grasped the ancient iron rung embedded in its stony flank while my toes tried to grip the narrow trail through the soles of my shoes. Meanwhile, I fumbled for my camera with my right hand. While trying to take a picture one-handed without losing my handhold or the camera, I noticed the iron rungs at my feet, defining the very edge of the bluff.

1 month ago | goworldtravel.com | Frank Hosek

The low-pitched basso notes echoed across the infinity pool, startling the somnolent guests from their torpor and into half-hearted action. Dressed in colorful guayabera shirts and sombreros, four gentlemen stood atop the second-floor balcony, enthusiastically blowing into their conch shells. The rich, strong sound noting the end of the warm, sun-kissed hours, their trumpeting announced the beginnings of another striking sunset as it began its slow descent into the blue Pacific.

2 months ago | goworldtravel.com | Frank Hosek

“Are You Alright?”Honestly, I wasn’t quite sure how to answer the inquiry, tinged with more than a little concern from my wife. I was deep into Starved Rock State Park’s French Canyon while she stood at the end of the trail further downstream. Typically, in the warmer months, once the fenced trail ends, the hiker, albeit awkwardly, can straddle the stream, inching your way through the vertical canyon walls which rise steeply on either side.

2 months ago | daily-journal.com | Frank Hosek

Johnny Cash had a way of transfixing you, of stopping you in your tracks just to watch him, let alone listen to him, when he performed. The first time I saw him was on television. He had a weekly show in the late 1960’s. He would slowly prowl upon the stage, draped in his funereal black from head to toe which enhanced his dominating presence.

Jan 2, 2025 | daily-journal.com | Frank Hosek

Shunning the crowded escalators, Kathy and I, slowly ascended the two stories worth of steps that arose from the subterranean entry. Approximately half-way up, a gold, multi-pointed star began to rise above the floor as if levitating. With each successive step, it became clear that the green hand that held aloft the gilded stellar body was an enormous Christmas Tree. As we finally clambered onto the rotunda’s floor, the feigned Christmas Fir rose four stories above our heads.