All posts filed under: National parks

Inspiration Point 

They call it Inspiration Point. It took us our full visit to get there, taking our time, having been pushed to start at the other end of the park by the big bold “parking lot full” sign as we entered, driving from one lookout to another — at this point in our ten-day, 2300 mile sojourn being lazy travelers. It can, as it is aptly named, inspire sonnets and poems and masterpieces, the best view in Bryce Canyon National Park. Those of you who have read one or a few of my entries here before know that we are working our way through the national parks as part of our bucket list, or that is the dream, anyway. Bryce is beautiful. My, I feel inadequate. As if not one word I write will be enough to describe the feeling I was overcome upon encountering it, all of the wonders this entire trip, really. Stone castles formed by sand and wind, it is unreal the shapes and shadows cast at differing hours of just the short …

Collectors of Memory Fragments (and Pictures of Acadia)

There are these places we see, take our breath away and stay with us. Time passes and we forget details — but a sound, an image, a flicker of a memory, and one can relive the feeling of being captivated as if it were yesterday. Is it the intangible way we just know there are things that can affect one so greatly, a reminder of wonder and awe and life’s mysteries, time passing and the world’s beauty revealed in small fragments, whenever we set our eyes on a new sight, or share it with someone close to our heart? So we become a collector of fragments, seeking more of these pieces, of these places we take with us when we leave them behind and become a part of who we define ourselves to be. This post was inspired by pictures from our trip to Acadia National Park in Maine, US. As I mentioned in this blog before, one of our goals (my boyfriend and I) is to visit all US National Parks. We were able check …

Alaska

We were driving through Skagway on the 7th day of our trip when one of the most memorable sites I’ve laid my eyes on came to view. The hills varied in sizes, enveloping the stretch of road we were on from both sides. They were covered with snow — not quite melted but you could see it’s on the verge, creating a striped black and white pattern as far as one can see. They were amazingly beautiful and unexpected — words that summed up not only Skagway but the entire trip, and yet do not do them justice. How do you describe standing in the midst of snowy hills and cotton candy clouds weaving across, looking up at snow-capped mountains in the distance? How do you put into words the feeling of awe as you watch an eagle fly, soaring over the light blue centuries-old glaciers; or the childlike wonder after finding a piece of two-hundred year-old ice that floated onto the shore off an iceberg? It is incomprehensible until you are standing in the middle of the massive grandeur of …

On Time, and the Beautiful Blue Ridge

It feels like a while since I last wrote something on this blog. And since it is only now that I am working on getting back to somewhat of a routine, I feel I have to get back to writing again. It has been an eventful two weeks. Time with loved ones was the best and most beautiful thing about it — reconnecting and recapturing that intangible and irreplaceable treasure we all have in family and a beloved. I am learning in my 30’s that it is time with people that mean most to us that we cannot replace when we look back at our lives years from now. That precious commodity that we seem to always not have but ignore and waste at the same time. So yeah, in a span of two weeks, I managed to travel back to Asia, get back to New York, drive to Florida and fly back to New York again. And now, back to work. A lot of highlights to tell so I will be writing about the …