I can see why Emerson retreated to Canterbury and John Muir ached to share the beauty of nature through words. Its effects are profoundly healing and internally blissful. As the world continues its never-ending gravitational spin and New York City is still sleepless, I find myself in a place of comparable movement but differing character.
One of the places nearly impossible to describe with black and white words alone, the Badlands most closely resemble a desert scene out of Star Wars: starkly shaped rock formations raggedly pointed from the wind and crevices carved from running water. With only two nights in this space-like stratosphere during our cross country road trip, […]
To say we started off the road trip with a bang would be an understatement: 27 hours of driving in two days. There were only two ways this could have possibly ended. The first in the strangling of one another after what seemed like endless hours in a confined area, or a strengthened bond after […]