Ancient civilizations and dinosaurs. What’s not to love?
On a trip that keeps delivering superlatives, it’s hard to maintain high expectations. The best barbecue. The best star gazing. The best lake. We wondered what benchmark Guadalupe Mountains National Park would set for us. As it turns out, this was the best hike of the trip.
We are traveling around the world! Won’t you come with us?
In looking for our next home, it must be a place that inspires stories. Our globetrotting friends have so many wonderful stories of their own, and this guest post from Jackie Stanfield shares her adventures as a single woman traveling in Cappadocia, Turkey.
Perfectly positioned between Arches and Canyonlands National Parks lies the quaint and quiet town of Moab, Utah. While it’s name doesn’t conjure the same metaphysical tones of a Sedona, Arizona, or a Ringing Rocks, Pennsylvania, it is a magical place nonetheless. Hiking, climbing, and photography pilgrims flock to its campsites for a taste of small-town civilization before, between, and after deep excursions into the wild backcountry that literally surrounds the town on all sides.
I have to make a confession about this road trip. Apparently, I have trouble judging both linear distances and the height of mountains.
Yes, we were on our way to Angela’s childhood home in San Diego. Yes, we were all excited about visiting ten national parks during the journey. Yes, we eagerly anticipated the hiking, swimming, and camping in some of the world’s most beautiful locations.
But, as I’ve said before, I’m all about the journey itself. Especially when that journey involves some kind of epic crossing or transition from one thing to another, very different thing.
And, on this trip, I just wanted to watch the Rockies rise out of the horizon as we rolled west across the Great Plains. I had this romantic notion that something so tall and imposing as the Rocky Mountains would loom over the surrounding land and be visible from a hundred miles away.
At the risk of being cliché, Kansas is flat.
The kind of flat that can cause agoraphobia, with your line of sight rushing out to a blue and green split-screen, no matter which way you turn. Standing outside the ring of trees surrounding our KOA campsite in Salina, Kansas, I experienced a delicious vertigo. Like the lush infinity of the rich midwest soil could slip out from beneath my feet at any moment. A green silk scarf sliding off the edge of a glass table.