Okay I actually suck at instagram these days, but feeling nostalgic for Montana today and morning views like these: Oberlin and Heavens Peak bathed in alpenglow and clouds. We’ve been having lots and lots of sun up here in the PNW, but nights dropping down into the 30s reminds me it’s not quite summer anymore. Here’s to changing seasons and being open for change all around.
Sometimes the swiftness of time steals my breath and spins my head.
How quickly we move through this wild existence.
Four years ago we were surfing the coast of Chile. We had arrived for the first time in this country only a month earlier. We were living on the road, out of the Subaru as we explored the coast and the mountains. We didn't know how long we would stay in Chile.
We were still in the process of imagining and feeling our way into this being home. Did this feel like home?
In quiet,subtle ways it did. And in other quiet, subtle ways it didn't. But we continued anyway, trusting that eventually we would "know", one way or another.
I never claim to know what my future self will long for or where her heart will take her, but sitting here taking in this view and breathing deep as I travel with this dear friend, I definitely know I'm home.
We somehow failed to mention the most important member of our tiny tribe in our intro post (🤦♀️🤣)! Without further ado, let me introduce you to Bella, that 10lbs of white fluff riding on Scott's back.
Bella is our fur-baby, who has been doing life with me (Morgan) for 13 years & doing life with Scott since we got hitched in 2014. That's when Bella officially landed her a "Dad" (or at least one more human to fill her food bowl, which two is always better than one in those cases!) and we've been a happy party of 3 ever since! 🎉🎉🎉
Bella is 13 years-old going on 14 and while she may be the tiniest member of our family, she's a HUGE reason we said "yes!" to our airstream now, because we can't imagine a single adventure without this diva along for the ride.
This was taken on Saturday at Hanging Rock State park once we made it to the top and after a night of camping the old fashion way ⛺️. Hope everyone got the opportunity to enjoy the beautiful fall weather this weekend. 🍂🍁✨
Прогулка на вертолете с прекраснейшим видом на Dolomites и остановка в городке Cortina, навеяли размышления о горнолыжном сезоне. Пора «мылить лыжи»😄, но вот куда! Посоветуйте места/отели?
В этом году я раздумываю над такими курортами:
🏔 Sölden, Австрия
🏔 Gstaad, Швейцария ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ 🏔 Chamonix-Mont-Blanc , Швейцария
Ну и конечно топовые места, в которых я уже побывала или хочу побывать: ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ 📌Zermatt, Switzerland — 💫обязательно в моих планах к посещению, тк много восторженных отзывов об этом месте
📌Cortina, Italy — оставил уже сейчас приятные впечатления, а с заснеженными улицами будет и вовсе сказочно☃️ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ 📌Courchevel, France — бесспорно отличные трассы, но пора бы сделать подъёмники с подогревом.
Атмосфера - на любителя. Для русских и далеко не новых😄
Но шопинг - на уровне🔝, как и в St.Moritz. Прекрасная подборка в бутиках, сервис, все очень уютное и мягкое. Нужно отправлять сюда @chaletyofficial 😉 ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ 📌Megeve, France — очень неплохой курорт, но тоже старые подъемники ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ 📌Aspen, USA — very good👌🏼 ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ 📌St. Moritz, Switzerland — очень раскрученный russo turisto курорт, как и Courchevel. В остальном - все отлично.
We rose early. The moon stoically resisted its inevitable descent while the horizon unfurled its brilliant colors as the sun awoke.
It was chilly, as many mornings are. The piles of blankets and partially deflated air mattress a quiet comfort - but the sunrise beckoned.
And so we scrambled gracelessly out of our cozy little nest and greeted the day as we should. With quiet, heartfelt gratitude.
Headed back out today for a quick hike at gold ole Hawksbill Crag of the beautiful upper Buffalo River, possibly in the cold rain, but hopefully a little bit of color this week. Maybe I’ll even get lucky and catch a good waterfall. #igersarkansas#vsco#petitjean
When my mum died she left instructions that she wanted me to see the Taj Mahal (a symbol of eternal love) and Machu Picchu, a place she had always dreamed of, but never seen. I have now done both - the Taj Mahal five years ago, and Machu Picchu just last month.
I am a completely different person to the girl who went to India and saw the mighty Taj. I went there for my mum, rather than for myself. I was a reckless kind of wanderer, without enough money and without much regard for what happened to me there. I was lonely and confused about what I wanted from my life, and although I loved India I had a strange and difficult time, wrestling with who I was and who I was trying to be. I saw the Taj Mahal and I cried, lost in my mother’s dream and in her absence.
At Machu Picchu, I felt awe for the history and the scale of the place, but not the wild emotion I was expecting. I held my husband’s hand and I felt so grateful to see this wonder with him. I thought of my mum, but I realised that I wasn’t living out her dream anymore. The wonder for me was walking to this place: the glaciers we climbed to; the mountains we scaled. That was when I lived the most, and when I truly met myself. On the mountain. Not the ruin. My true self, against the sky.
Grief never ends. You never stop missing the people you love. But you grow. You become. And where you once filled their absence with a pursuit of their wishes, you start to fill it with yourself. I think that’s what she would have wanted. For me to be there, to think of her, and to be happy. To keep climbing to greater heights. To give her dream back to her, wherever she stood watching. I felt closer to her at the Grand Canyon, which she would have loved. Where somewhere in the distance, people were singing. I feel close to her in unexpected moments, when I am not living for her but walking beside her memory.