These days, I talk about this blog in the past tense. That makes me sad. “I used to blog,” I tell the curious. Some are content with that brief response whereas others prod for more. “My blog was called ‘Wanderlust for One,’” I’d say when they asked. “I wrote about solo travel.” Except these days, I don’t travel as much… [Keep reading…]
In Muir Woods National Monument, with its towering coastal redwoods as monuments to the conservation movement, I stood among ghosts and giants.
A great way to get familiar with the landscape, flora, and fauna of U.S. national parks is to take a guided hike or walk offered through the National Park Service (NPS).
It’s taken over a year to really sink in: I’ve backpacked Yosemite National Park. Thousands–maybe millions–of people have already accomplished that feat, so what makes the fact that I’ve done it so special?
Although I was only passing through Yellowstone on my very first cross-country road trip and stayed in the park for a little less than 24 hours, some of my memories of the experience still remain as fresh and as sharp as they did in the moment.
It’s a loose analogy but I think it works: if northeastern Wyoming is like a set of washboard abs, then Devils Tower National Monument is like an outie bellybutton.
One of the things I miss most about living on the East Coast is escaping to Manchester, Vermont for a long holiday weekend.