With a name like "Death Valley", it's a wonder anyone visits here at all. Although, I suppose some might take it as a dare. Others may have heard of its reclusive beauty. Some might just have a death wish. The road out has the longest stretches of straight pavement that I've ever seen. A good audiobook or music is highly recommend. Also, no one can hear you sing in the desert (hopefully). One of my favorite sights in the desert (besides the stupefying numbers on the "outsid
The Golden State has many claims to fame, some of which are more desirable than others. It has a name derived from ancient amazon warriors, it's the 6th largest economy in the world (compared to other countries), in addition to being the birthplace of fortune cookies and (more dubiously) McDonalds restaurants.
The list of things that make California a unique place within the US (and the world) is extensive, but one of my personal favorite claims to fame is for its trees.
The pictured peak didn’t earn this name from a lack of beauty or lack of effort required to climb it, of which, both are substantial. Rather, the name derives from the feeling that washes over climbers upon reaching the top. The feeling of utter and overwhelming… insignificance by measure of all that surrounds you. Oh, and from the secret journal stored at its peak. My hike had ended. In fact it had ended 4 times. First time was when I reached the lake that I’d driven out to
On paper, day 2 sounded like a walk in the (National) park: Move to camp 4, tour Curry Village, walk to the waterfalls, watch the sunset, sleep. Well, the short version: Murphy's Law. We packed up our gear from the camp that we'd stayed in near the southern entrance and opted to set up in camp 4 within the valley. However, upon arriving we were greeted by signs that quite unambiguously proclaimed that we were out of our mind to think that there'd be any vacancy. Strike o
What can I say about Yosemite that hasn't already been said? Well I'll just stick to telling you how my experience went, and it was quite the experience! It's kind of nice when you go somewhere and have no expectations. Go to a movie that you haven't read any reviews for. Eat a meal without consulting Yelp. Marry someone from Tinder. Ok, the last one is not recommended. However, Yosemite was not gonna be like this. It's impossible not to have heard of it and more than
I was recently reading a travel magazine that listed reader's "Favorite Places in the World". Along with destinations like Machu Picchu, Galapagos, and Mt. Kilimanjaro was Prairie Creek, submitted by a woman from (of all places) Stagecoach, Nevada. She gushed with proclamations, such as "enthralling", "majestic", and able to "inspire spiritual ardor". After consulting my dictionary, I'd have to say I agree, but with the simple modification of adding ALL of Humboldt county
Before heading down the coast of Oregon, I had heard many tales of its beauty. Having grown up on the coast and seen my fair share of beaches around the world, it's fair to say that I met these tales of beauty with a healthy dose of skepticism. Well, in fact, the rumors were true. I found it tough to stick to any semblance of a schedule simply due to the fact that every beach I passed showed some unique or enthralling quality that I hadn't expected and felt a compulsive ur
If you're tired of reading long stories about adventures you didn't take part in (I wholeheartedly understand) then here is the TLDR:
-Best quick hike in Oregon
-Do it. Do it now! Ok, for the few of you who are interested in how this all went down, here's the story. Even though I love hiking and being outdoors, I'm quite picky about when I choose to partake in the endeavor. Too hot, too cold, too windy, and (this is the biggy) cloudy skies = no bueno in my book. So when
The decidedly unabridged title of "UNESCO World Heritage Site and International Biosphere Reserve", doesn't do justice to the incredible diversity to be found in this small pocket of land in the most northwestern region of the contiguous United States. It's a microcosm of weather and terrain, encompassing everything from pristine beaches, to rolling mountains, and even a temperate rainforest. My first stop along the way was up into the sprawling Hurricane Ridge with a breatht
Sprinting through the forest trail covered in thick mud, mumbling curses under my breathe, and casting quick glances to the west, checking to see that the light hadn't disappeared. Time was running out.
Finally, when the orange beam of sunset penetrated the thick trees and I was able to see the beach, I stopped and defeatedly whined, "You've gotta be kidding me..." It was an exquisitely beautiful sunset framed by a picturesque beach and otherworldly rock formations, but t