I've taken a few days to rest and reflex. I just needed some time to process and think about the months I spent trekking through The West: how I feel about being home, and what’s in store for my future. It was during this reflection that certain potent memories surged to the surface. It’s not that some places were better than others, I can honestly say I enjoyed them all, but there were some places, some moments that forever changed me. These are just a few...
Crater Lake National Park – My route took me up and over the crater rim. I caught my first glimpse of the deep cobalt blue waters through the trees. I thought my eyes were deceiving me as I had never seen something so vivid, unfeasible yet tangible. A few hours later I made it down to the waters edge and took a plunge into what must be the clearest, most refreshing waters on earth. Washing away the grit of a few days trek, I basked in its goodness.
Glacier National Park – On an eight-day trip through the high crowned mountains I rejoiced at a high mountain pass. Making it all the way up just to go down, but the feeling of accomplishment remained. I found an intense degree of solitude; I was utterly alone in the wilderness, of which I previously wrote about here and here. Although I was high up in the mountains, my spirits were lifted even higher. An energetic calm encompassed my being as I walked one foot in front of the other, bearing my burden with fortitude.
Grand Staircase – Escalante National Monument – Back and forth up the Bur Trail Switchbacks, I took a look out across the land. Surveying its majesty of stone - knotted, bent and twisted to perfection. I was overwhelmed with elation. In this state of pure joy, I jumped, hooted, and hollered; giving thanks for the privilege that was witnessing this scene.