Beans gets extremely excited when a canoe or kayak gets unloaded from the car (his car*). It makes me so happy to make him so happy #nosuchthingasaltruism (📷•an interesting Ukrainian lady who paddles with the predictability of the wind•)
We hiked for a few miles along a serene, windswept path. The rustling of sparsely remaining leaves on white branches ushered us into this grotto of baby blue water. We found a secluded pool with a waterfall crashing down into it. The flow from the hot spring burned our legs as the icy cascade fell on our heads and back. It was equally relaxing as it was confusing on our bodies. When the wind picked up, we packed out for lovely after-soak dinner. -N
It was here we took the trek to a hot springs with water more blue than the sky. We stacked rocks and engineered hot water flows to set the perfect level of scalding we wanted. It smelled like sulfur and freedom. We found the cure for unhappiness in a nice long soak. -T
The croak of the frog, the chirp of a cricket. Sounds that give away a hiding spot to the predators of the high desert. So why make a peep at all? Perhaps it is for the simple joy of existence, an uncontrollable bellow and song for the wondrous nature of the moment. Maybe the perfect perch on a juniper branch or in a canyon puddle is all that's needed to sing continuously into the night. Without regard to the frightful movings of the world.
We travel, initially, to lose ourselves; and we travel, next, to find ourselves.
We travel to open our hearts and eyes and learn more about the world than our newspapers will acoommodate.
We travel to bring what little we can, in our ignorance and knowledge, to those parts of the globe whose riches are differentyly dispersed.
And we travel, in essence, to become young fools again. To slow time down and get taken in, and fall in love once more.