Your vacations aren’t what they used to be. Not with all the cell towers and wi-fi hotspots. But it doesn’t have to be this way. Here are a few places where you can still get a little privacy. At least until the search party finds you.
You may see a few other kayaks in this haven for dropped calls, but what you probably won’t see: many bars on your phone. You’ll grab a boat here and, feeling ambitious, head upriver toward Great Falls. Or, feeling less than ambitious, float around with a sixer.
Thirty-plus years on, the famous inn has nearly taken over this bucolic town. But fortunately, they haven’t added a cell tower. Which is fine, because your attention should be on the baby-lamb carpaccio and tuna/foie gras club sandwiches. Besides, “Not now. I’m eating foie gras” is a perfectly good out-of-office message.
As your voicemails pile up, so too will your collection of wine. Here at this tiny vineyard in horse country, which makes some damn good juice, they limit access to their gorgeous back patio on weekends. The price of admission: buying a case of wine. You may only leave with 11 bottles.
The plan: you’ll head into Green Ridge State Forest in the hills of Northern Maryland for some canoeing, camping and utter solitude. But first, you’ll stop at this general store/bar/diner/canoe outfitter. You know, the kind of place Lewis and Clark could’ve really used.
On this barrier island of a national park at the far edge of Maryland, you’ll reserve a campsite on the sand, pitch a tent and... not do much, except sling your trademark campfire hash and watch the occasional wild horse go by. They couldn’t drag you away. From your tent.
