Why do you flee so soon, sir, to the theaters, lecture-rooms, and museums of the city? If you will stay here awhile I will promise you strange sights. You shall walk on water; all these brooks and rivers and ponds shall be your highway. You shall see the whole earth covered a foot or more deep with purest white crystals . . . and all the trees and stubble glittering in icy armor. [October 18, 1859] - Henry David Thoreau
If you guys haven’t noticed yet, I love waterfalls 🌲🌿 // I’m currently DESPERATE to go on another roadtrip to a national park. I love being outdoors and surrounding myself with all the beauty that nature has to offer, and it’s about time I do that again
If our dreams become a reality, one day this could be part of our garden. I long to have my horses outside my front door so desperately. I miss it so much. Plus how special to build a home where we have our wedding reception 💕 #myhaven
Thinking about all the beautiful people effected and the environment surrounding California. Keep this amazing place in your heart. My prayers and thoughts are with you 🙏🏻 If you would like to help, donate to the Redcross relief fund!👇🏻 ⠀
Писала сегодня для одного сайта малюсенький гид по Исландии и получился формат «когда надоели типичные маршруты и хочется чего-то такого, но чего не знаю». Обязательно поделюсь, если мой скепсис не испугает.
Интересно, как люди путешествовали до инстаграма (хотя стоп, я знаю, нормально обходились без него) и без интернета?
Тем временем пост про Северный Кавказ с большим количеством фотографий и КАРТОЙ маршрута на сайте, ссылка в профиле. На фотографии Ингушетия, башенный комплекс Вовнушки. Отправляясь туда не забудьте трекинговые палки. Хотя, как мне кажется, они не обязательны, просто я выбрала идти не по тропинке, а взбираться на холм с наклоном под 40 градусов.
Many people lately have been asking about my most recent Grand Canyon trip, but when I describe how eerie my last day in the canyon was, I don't think anyone truly grasps my description of that day (probably because I'm laughing my ass off telling the story in person). I got caught in a lightning storm the last 2 miles of completing R2R2R and I was the ONLY PERSON on the trail from the Tonto Junction and on up the South Kaibab Trail - apart from myself, there were zero hikers and zero runners. What I should've taken as an ominous sign was that when I got to Phantom Ranch, I was the only person in the canteen for the entire hour & a half I was there! Which is such a far contrast to how it is normally loud & bustling - which brings me to reminisce about previous times with others in the canteen.
Day 3 of R2R2R: Alone in the canteen & got so spoiled by Alfredo who offered me free lemonade and later gave me a knee brace.
Day 1 of R2R2R: Almost overlooked my campmates @iluv2flyjets when I walked into PR because it was so full.
1st attempt @ R2R2R in April: Chris was ecstatic to have spotted Stuke Sowle running by our camp in Cottonwood and even more ecstatic to be able to sit and chat with him for a moment at PR. I couldn't believe how awestruck Chris was, but little did I know I was in the presence of an enigma & legend that is @StukeSowle - who by the way, just surpassed running 1 Million feet of vertical gain for the year! When I first saw Stuke walk into PR, he had such an energy radiating from him and he had the BIGGEST smile! I was flabbergasted at how this dude literally ran through the canyon and back SMILING! And at the time, I had thrown in the towel at cottonwood from being in such blistering pain!
Threw in the last few pics for fun for @cindy_blumenshein_photography . Chris went from "My mom would FLIP if she knew I drank 12 beers down here", to 2 seconds later "Wait - take a picture of me!" 😂
The sun has stepped away, giving us less of his attention and, in parting, has left us in darkness.
The winds, angry, thrashing through the trees, desperately howling as if crying out in desperation.
The temperature lowers, hiding.
Hiding in an attempt to escape the aggression of the wind who so violently heaves snow crystals across the wilderness.
Snow, pure. So innocently beautiful.
So brutally whipped around.
She melts, as if crying.
Slowly hardening, she turns to ice.
Silence. The storm is over.
Morning will come and the sun will follow, melting away the bitterness of ice and revealing the newly placed snow.
Shimmering in the sunlight, the snow will see she is much more beautiful where she now rests - on peaks of mountaintops and within the valleys.
Solace, she is home.