Giving in to wanderlust
I slept well Friday night. I had to, for the next few days would involve very little sleep. I only managed a couple hours collectively over the next two nights — a few minutes grabbed on an airport bench, a few passed out against a wall, a few more in the shuddering seat of the Boeing …
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Keep close to Nature’s heart…and break clear away, once in awhile, and climb a mountain or spend a week in the woods. Wash your spirit clean.” — John Muir Nestled into a lushly wooded hillside overlooking the Lang River, the Cave Lodge serves as a hub for travelers interested in caving and visiting hill tribes in Northern …
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Most people would die sooner than think; in fact, they do so.” – Bertrand Russell The day began like many other Saturdays: slowly. Brandon and I roused ourselves from a well-deserved rest and grabbed a quick breakfast in Moab before piling into our trusty Aveo and driving the short distance from the city into Canyonlands National Park. …
When lighted by the morning sun the gorgeous chasm is an immense bowl of lace and filigree work in stone, colored with the white of frost and the pinks of glowing embers. To those who have not forgotten the story books of childhood it suggests a playground for fairies. In another aspect it seems a …
May your trails be crooked, winding, lonesome, dangerous, leading to the most amazing view. May your mountains rise into and above the clouds.” – Edward Abbey I love that quote. It strikes the same chord in me which resonates when I find myself well off the beaten path — outmatched and way over my head. …
Traveling has been the thing which has brought the most joy into my life. So many of my favorite memories involve exploring some amazing new place, or experiencing the hospitality of new friends. Traveling has changed me and made me into a much better person than I was. And yet… Some of my most terrifying memories come from …
“It is in the desert that Nature shows us its most uncompromising face. The magnificent play of the shadows, the comforting flood in light, and the gold glow of sand are there, of course, but only when the sun is low in the horizon. During the hours in-between, the sunlight is hard and unflattering, and …
“When we tug at a single thing in nature, we find it attached to the rest of the world.” – John Muir It’s easy to become removed from Nature; to become lost in virtual worlds as we work in our cities of metal and stone. It’s easy to forget how tightly bound we are to the world when our …
They say the road to Hell is paved with good intentions. For us, it was lined with flowers. Mt. Shasta loomed on the horizon, summit nearly hidden in a dirty blanket of clouds. A tangle of desert bushes and trees speckled the landscape we walked the dusty path to Pluto’s Cave.
When I think of Auraji, I think of the rice fields. Criss-crossed by tiny roads more often walked than driven upon, they fill the valley with brilliant green leaves rustling in the breeze. Mountains ring the valley, visible with the absence of the haze which can plague Korea’s urban areas. It is a valley where …
