It isn’t Thursday, but I’m remembering some past trips to the Smokies, and that even though they be but little(ish), they be mighty. (Bonus video content in this post!)
In 2010, I rode down this really cool road between all these big rocks. turned out, that road was taking me through Zion National Park. Ever since then, I’ve been dying to get back and explore the park.
I do a lot of raving about Montana and Glacier National Park on here, but I promise it’s for a good reason. The place really is spectacular. The way most of the park’s visitors see it is from their car. But, for the love of all that is holy, if you have working legs and lungs, GET OUT AND HIKE THIS PARK. Do it. Do it for me. Do it for yourself.
Yellowstone is a place everyone must see before they die. It was America’s first national park and it’s the crown jewel. I haven’t seen all of the national parks, but I’ve seen many of them, and nothing I’ve seen come close to this.
For this #TBT, step back in time with me to a time where westerners fought over who had rights to which water. No, we aren’t going back to a range war in the Old West – we’re just going back to a night of camping in 2010.
For something that supposed to be “enchanting,” New Mexico was anything but the first two times I passed through. But the third time – now that was the charm.
We checked out a creepy small town, stayed at an equally creepy historic hotel and reunited young lovers.
I have a confession to make: I am terrified of the ocean.
Stepping into a large body of water – with or without a life jacket – creates a silent kind of mind-numbing terror. Part of this is that I literally sink like a Stone – its not just my last name, it’s what I turn into in water: total dead weight.
When you think of the American Southwest, you probably see a place like Monument Valley. You wouldn’t be the only one; it is one of the most photographed places in the West. With its sweeping vistas, towering rock formations and dry, dusty wind, it’s the perfect place to set down a saloon, strap on some spurs and sidle up to the bar for some whiskey to wet your parched throat. But what you will find missing from one of the most recognizable places in the American west is the cowboys.
#ThrowbackThursday: Each Thursday, I revisit a past adventure and publish more of the story than made the first cut.. Beginning the series, I will be recounting parts of the Gypsy Trip – a cross-country endeavor in 2010.