Wyoming & Montana road trip: Old Faithful, Fairy Falls & more geysers (day 4)

Joseph & me at Fairy Falls

It’s day four of our Wyoming & Montana road trip, & I can already tell it is going to go by way too fast. After one full day spent in Grand Teton National Park, it is already time to move on & begin exploring Yellowstone.

It was a rough night’s sleep in the campground. I have been spoiled with a bed for far too long & had forgotten just how uncomfortable sleeping on the ground is. The cool mountain air that had seemed refreshing at first was much less so at 2:00 in the morning. I tossed & turned all night, waking multiple times every hour, to the point that I was eager to get up & get moving in the early morning rather than continue to try to sleep. 

Joseph & I packed up our campsite together & began the hour-and-a-half-long drive to Old Faithful. As we entered Yellowstone National Park, the steam from the hot springs billowed onto the roads & clouded our vision. We followed the cars in front of us into a dense fog that obscured almost everything from view. Slowly & carefully, we made our way through the quiet park to our destination.

Old Faithful is a rather built up area of the park, complete with restaurants, grocery & souvenir shops, & a large, cabin-style lodge. We checked the geyser predictions first, & since we had about an hour until Old Faithful was planned to erupt, we decided to explore the shops. Upon entering the first building, we were immediately grateful for our decision – a cafe with a number of breakfast options &, more importantly, fresh espresso greeted us inside. Joseph ordered mini cinnamon buns & an americano, & I ordered a hot latte that spread through my cold limbs & filled me with a delightful warmth.

As the geyser prediction time approached, Joseph & I returned outside to find the now fully risen sun had warmed the landscape considerably. We sat with the other visitors, eagerly awaiting the famous geyser’s show.

After nearly 20 minutes of waiting, the steam coming from the risen mound of earth began to intensify. Water spurted up from the geyser hole, at first only jumping a few feet in the air, & then leaping high above our heads. The steam followed & floated high into the sky, sharing with distant onlookers the spectacle taking place.

It ended quicker than expected, & soon the geyser was quiet once again, steam rising innocently from its opening. From all around us, members of the audience clapped. We all stood & began to gather our belongings, eager to explore more.

Me at the Morning Glory Pool

From Old Faithful, Joseph & I walked around the Upper Geyser Basin. Every few steps brought another surprising creation of nature. Steam rose from all around us, the barren landscape resembling something of prehistoric times. We walked past pools of boiling water, ranging in color from bright yellow to grassy green to a beautiful, clear cyan. Our favorite was the Morning Glory Pool, which was the farthest away but definitely worth the wait. The brilliant colors of brown, yellow, green & blue faded into one another like a rainbow. Looking closely, we could see where the pool narrowed & disappeared into the earth below.

Yellowstone is the world’s first national park, & it is known for its unique hydrothermal and geologic features. According to the National Park Service website, “Yellowstone has the most active, diverse, and intact collections of combined geothermal features with over 10,000 hydrothermal sites and half the world’s active geysers.”

After our walk around the Upper Geyser Basin, we stopped at the Visitors’ Center to talk with a park ranger. Due to recent flooding, parts of Yellowstone National Park have been closed, & we wanted to make sure our itinerary was still possible. The ranger was increidbly knowledgeable & helped us adjust our plans & decide where to visit in the park during our short stay. We had intended on visiting the Mammoth Hot Springs & Lamar Valley, but with so much of those areas still closed, we rearranged our days & gave ourselves more time at the other places we wanted to visit.

Our next stop was Biscuit Basin, which was filled with even more geysers & colorful springs. After that, we headed to Fairy Falls. The hike was short & flat, so we decided to add a quick turnoff to overlook the Grand Prismatic Spring. It was a sharp change in elevation, & we were breathing heavy by the time we reached the top. But the view was more than worth it. The Morning Glory Pool we had seen earlier paled in comparison to this.

The Grand Prismatic Spring

The Grand Prismatic Spring was huge – measuring at approximately 370 feet, it is bigger than a football field & is the largest hot spring in Yellowstone. Its vibrant colors shown through the hot steam that billowed off of the water & into the air above. Surrounded by eager onlookers, we all gazed in awe at this wonder of nature.

On our way down from the overlook, we were met with a large group of what looked to be middle school-aged kids. They took a great interest to us & especially Joseph’s Colorado baseball cap.

“Are you from Colorado?” one of the kids called out.

“Nope,” Joseph called back.

“Oh.” The kids began to talk amongst themselves about this strange turn of events, & Joseph & I laughed all the way back down the hill.

There was not much to see for the rest of the hike on our way to the falls. The trail changed from a wide, dusty path to a thin gravel surrounded by tall pine trees. We chatted while we walked, taking note of the small chipmunks that scuttled around our feet & constantly on the lookout for larger wildlife.

When we arrived at Fairy Falls, Joseph & I were both taken aback by their beauty. Wispy water cascaded down the rock to a cool pool below, sending a mist over the nearest onlookers gathered on the rocks at its base. We sat together, drinking in the view & enjoying the rewarding rest before beginning the hike back our car.

Me taking photos at Fairy Falls

It was already getting late, but we had one last stop planned for our day. We hopped in our car & headed to Norris Geyser to hike the Porcelain Basin Trail. The geysers & springs were similar to those we saw on the Upper Geyser Trail & at Biscuit Basin, & yet we still marveled at the view. Neither of us had ever seen anything like them before. Yellowstone truly is a unique place that is worth visiting, whether you enjoy hiking, lying near a lake with a good book, or riding horses through the wilderness. Every section of the park is unique – in our first day alone we saw so many different things, & I can’t wait to see what other views it has to offer.

The drive to our campground was nearly two hours. We passed the time listening to music & talking. On the way, we were brought to a halt by stopped cars in front of us, only to realize there was a bison walking right beside the road! Lumbering along, he paid no mind to the cars passing by.

He, however, was not the greatest surprise the day held. Upon entering our campground, we saw a sign for showers! We had not expected to be able to shower until we reached Glacier National Park, as this had not been a promised amenity in our Yellowstone campground, & we were thrilled at the idea of getting clean after a long two days of hiking. We peeled into the parking lot, grabbed our toiletries, rented fluffy white towels, & rushed into the gloriously hot showers.

Feeling refreshed & sudsy clean, we checked into our campground. We set up our tent & made freeze dried meals for dinner – spicy sausage pasta for Joseph & grilled chicken & mushroom wild rice pilaf for me. I was unexpectedly pleased once again by how tasty the meal was, & soon we were seated by our campfire, feeling relaxed & satisfied.

As the sky grew darker, Joseph encouraged me to stay awake to see the night sky with him. We walked aorund the quiet campground, gazing up at the sky in wonder. Every inch of the black landscape was cluttered with stars twinkling down at us. I had not seen stars like this since our trip to Colorado two years ago, & I had forgotten just how incredible they are.

The night was getting late, though, & we had another long day ahead of us. Knowing that we would have the chance to stargaze again soon, we headed back to our campsite & retired to bed.

It was another long day of traveling, & yet, I can’t believe there are only two more days left in Yellowstone before we drive up to Glacier National Park. I am trying to commit every moment of this trip to memory, knowing it will be over before I know it & we will be back on the plane to Maryland. But the finite nature of moments in life is what make them sweet, & I feel truly grateful to be out west again, exploring new places & savoring each & every moment.

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Wyoming & Montana Road Trip: Jackson Hole, WY (Day 2)

Joseph & me exploring Jackson Hole, WY

After a long day of traveling, there is nothing better than a good night’s rest. Joseph & I slept in, appreciating the feeling of sleeping in a comfortable bed. Starting tomorrow & for much of the trip, we will be camping, & there will be very little separating us from the ground beneath.

We left our Airbnb around noon, stomachs grumbling. Our only plan for the day was to visit Jackson Hole, Wyoming, a quaint town right on the edge of Grand Teton National Park. The 45-minute drive to the town led us winding around the sides of mountains with incredible views of the valleys below. 

Jackson Hole is an adorable town filled with old western charm. The buildings all have a log cabin feel, & many of the shops carry hiking gear, comfy socks & authentic leather cowboy boots. The park in the center of town square has large archways at each of the corners made from what look to be moose antlers (whether they are real or not, neither Joseph nor I could determine). And despite the busy streets, there is a horse-drawn carriage riding through all day, offering rides for a small fee.

The first objective when arriving at Jackson Hole was coffee & food. We settled on Cowboy Coffee Co. for the amazing reviews, & because it would satisfy both of our cravings in one trip. Joseph ordered a hot americano & a chicken sandwich. I ordered a basil pesto & mozzarella panini & a cold almond milk latte. 

Jackson Hole, WY

The coffee was amazing. Smooth with just a enough bitterness to give you the kick we needed, it was the perfect pick-me-up for our lazy day. And the sandwiches were quite literally the best I have ever had. The perfect crunch of the bread sunk into the gooey mozzarella cheese & a burst of flavor from fresh tomato & roasted red bell pepper, followed by a mellow earthiness from the basil pesto to round out the bite. 

After our brunch, Joseph & I decided to explore. We perused the shops to buy souvenirs for loved ones & items we still needed for our trip. I had intentionally planned this lazy day into our itinerary for two reasons – one, we would need the rest after a long day of travel (something I had learned after many trips where I had neglected to plan such a lazy day), & two, we needed time to buy groceries & gear for our many days of camping. We bought freeze-dried meals (something I have never tried & am still nervous about at this moment) & a JetBoil stove to cook them. I also bought some new hiking socks, remembering my one pair from our previous trip was looking rather worn. 

After dipping into too many shops that our wallets had no business being inside of, we finally decided it was time for dinner. We always try to taste some local flavors on our trips, so we settled on eating at Liberty Burger to try what was voted one of the best bison burgers in the area. Neither Joseph nor I had every tried bison meat before, & I was actually shocked by how much I liked it. Most of the time, I eat pescatarian or plant-based, but I try to step outside of my comfort zone when we travel. For my conscious palate, Liberty Burger did please me with their promise of cooking only sustainable burgers. Joseph ordered the South of the Burger bison burger & skinny fries. I ordered a Crunch Salad served with a bison burger patty, & I was pleasantly surprised by how satisfied I was from the meal. The greens were fresh, topped with juicy green apples, tart cranberries, sweet nuts, & crunchy homemade croutons. The bison meat was subtly sweet, a difference I noticed immediately from beef, & it actually paired beautifully with the fresh greens & tangy balsamic vinaigrette.

Joseph enjoying his meal at Liberty Burger

A storm was rolling in after dinner, but we couldn’t resist staying in town a bit longer to treat ourselves to some nationally famous ice cream. Moo’s Gourmet Ice Cream is a renowned ice cream shop, known for its local Wild Huckleberry flavor. Joseph ordered a large waffle cone with a scoop each of Belgian Chocolate & Vanilla. I ordered a bowl with a scoop each of Wild Huckleberry & Chocolate Cabernet. 

I cannot remember the last time I ate so much ice cream. Halfway through the first extra-large, ice cream-parlor sized scoop, I realized my stomach was in trouble after just eating such a large meal. But it was simply too good to sacrifice a single bite. We licked the edges of our treats like kids & savored the thick & creamy delicacy that melted on our tongue. The Wild Huckleberry ice cream was divine – sweet & tart, the flavor was reminiscent of a tangy mixed berry cobbler with vanilla ice cream scooped on top. The Chocolate Cabernet flavor was the perfect compliment – the rich, luscious chocolate paired beautifully with a subtle cabernet flavor that was reminiscent of cherries but somehow still captured the dry taste of red wine. 

Me enjoying my ice cream from Moo’s Gourmet Ice Cream

After our ice cream, we made a quick stop by the grocery store to pick up some food for breakfast, lunch & snacks, & then we headed back to our Airbnb. We tried to go to bed early, knowing we had a full day ahead of us, but still, we found ourselves lying awake, both from having such a relaxed day & from excitement for the activities we planned for tomorrow. Today had been a true vacation, but tomorrow, the real adventure would begin.

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North Carolina Weekend Trip: Hiking, zip lining & delicious BBQ

Me at the Opera Box” looking out at Chimney Rock & Lake Lure

Every year since we began dating, I have gifted Joseph an experience for his birthday. I try to always give him a tangible gift as well, but I feel gifting him something that he loves or has always wanted to do, & especially something we can do together, is good for our relationship & more unique than the average birthday gift that fits inside a cardboard box.

The first birthday was only two days after we started dating. I fretted over what to get him. What do you get someone you have only been dating for two days? We weren’t even “official” yet. I didn’t want him to think I ignored his birthday, but I also didn’t want to get something over-the-top & scare him away. I settled for a $10 Dunkin‘ gift card because our first date was at a Dunkin’. He loved it, & we spent our next date getting coffee once again & driving around in his car. It happened to be that date that I fell in love with him, so I’m still pretty proud of that birthday gift, despite its small size.

For Joseph’s next birthday, we were in the height of the COVID-19 pandemic. I gifted him a five senses gift, which included something fun for each of his senses: A candle for scent, a sweet treat for taste, a soft blanket for touch, a book for sight, & a playlist for hear. The playlist included a song for every month we had been dating, & we spent the evening driving around in his car once again, listening to the music.

The following year, the COVID-19 pandemic had lessened its hold on our lives, & we were finally able to go out again. This time, I gifted him concert tickets to his favorite band, The Avett Brothers. We spent a night in Philadelphia & made a little trip out of the event. After that, I didn’t know how I would top my last gift. Seeing The Avett Brothers had been a bucket list item for Joseph, which meant the next gift would have to be quite good to even measure up to the last.

Me holding the poster we got at The Avett Brothers concert in Philadelphia last year

When we had planned our trip to Delaware last year, I had noticed that there was a zip lining place close to where we were visiting. Neither of us had ever been zip lining & both wanted to go, so I excitedly researched the spot. Disappointed, I realized that the place had already been booked up for the dates we were visiting. I made a mental note to remember this place, & should we have a chance to return to Delaware, I would make reservations for us.

As Joseph’s birthday neared, I remembered this & found the website of the zip lining place once again. The dates were available, but the thought occurred to me that if this was going to be the best birthday gift yet, it would have to be more than your average zip lining course. I researched some of the best places to zip line in the United States, & I found one in North Carolina that looked promising. As we are also trying to visit all 50 states together, I decided to make it a weekend getaway, including hiking, visiting a main street, & eating a local restaurant (the other requirements we must cross off in order to officially say we “visited” a state).

On Friday, April 29, Joseph’s birthday, we got in the car together & drove the eight hours to North Carolina. At the time of planning, I hadn’t really considered just how long eight hours in the car really is. In the past, Joseph & I divided up the states together in lists that said how long of trips to each one would have to be to make it worth it: a day trip, weekend trip, week-long road trips, & states we have to fly to. North Carolina was on our Day Trip list, so I had thought it would be a quick trip. I realized now that we may have been a little ambitious when making that list. I was beginning to worry that spending just one full day in North Carolina would not be enough time, & that my birthday gift would be a flop. 

Despite the length of the car ride, Joseph & I had a good time driving down. We listened to music & the podcast Stuff You Should Know. We talked about our plans for the weekend, the shows we have been bingeing together, & events in the coming months. Around five hours into the drive, we stopped at Mt. Airy, North Carolina for a bite to eat & to walk the main street.

Mt. Airy is one of my favorite main streets that we have been to. The buildings were all different colors, & different artwork, including murals, statues made of brick, & painted instruments, lined the streets. Mt. Airy is where The Andy Griffith Show was filmed, & although we arrived too late to visit the museum, we still got our fill of memorabilia & souvenirs on display. My favorite was the old squad car parked on the street that had a photo of The Andy Griffith Show characters in the windshield.

The Andy Griffith Show squad car on display at Mt. Airy, North Carolina

We stopped for dinner at Mi Casa on Main, a Mexican & Californian cuisine restaurant on the main street. The ambience was an interesting mix of Mexican & American, with candy skull painted skeleton figurines & early 2000s music playing on the radio. We started with chips & homemade salsa to share. Then, for dinner, I ordered the taco salad with shrimp & Joseph ordered the BBQ Pulled Pork Primo Tacos. To say the food was delicious would be an understatement. The portions were huge & we had more than enough food. Everything had the perfect level of spice, building a slow burn in the back of our throats as we ate. The taco salad was piled so high with ingredients, I could barely mix in the dressing. Topped with black beans, grilled corn, fresh tomatoes, shredded cheese, crispy tortilla chips, & a creamy salsa dressing, every bite was bursting with a fresh blend of flavors. Joseph’s tacos did not disappoint either. The BBQ was the perfect, North Carolina BBQ you would hope to get in a Mt. Airy restaurant, nestled into a tortilla with a creamy coleslaw, friend onion strings, & sweet & hot candied jalapeños. I don’t think I could dream up a more iconic yet inventive blend of American & Mexican flavors.

When Joseph went to the restroom, I secretly told the waitress that it was his birthday, & near the end of our meal, she brought out freshly fried churros covered in cinnamon sugar & drizzled with a raspberry sauce that soaked into the hot dough. It was the perfect blend of sweet & sour, & we ate it with gusto.

After dinner, we returned to the car to drive the remaining three hours to our Airbnb. I had reserved us a spot in the Bearwallow Highlands mountain range. It was a windy drive up in the dark, but we made it safely to our cabin-style Airbnb. Exhausted from the long day, we dropped our things, toasted to Joseph’s birthday with a glass of wine, & climbed into bed.

The next day, we got an early start, wanting to beat the heat & get in as much hiking as we could before our zip lining reservations at 2:00. We got in the car & headed to Chimney Rock State Park. As we drove up the windy, mountain road, I could just make out the American flag perched at the top of Chimney Rock. It was so much higher than I thought it would be! Chimney rock, I learned, has an elevation of over 2,000 feet! The hike from the Four Seasons Trail, however, was only 1,000 feet of elevation, which was still a rather strenuous hike. For the first half mile, we had a slow incline, but the last half mile consisted solely of stairs that seemed like they would never stop going up. Legs burning & panting, we climbed slowly up the face of the rock. 

The view of Chimney Rock from the “Opera Box”

It was a glorious moment when we finally stepped out onto level ground & found we were over 2,000 feet up in the air, looking down at the lush, tree-filled valley & the windy, blue water of Lake Lure. The wind whipped the American flag above our heads, & it was at this moment that I took a step back & realized just how beautiful our country is. I never knew that North Carolina had mountain ranges like this. Whenever I thought about the state, the image of sandy beaches came to mind. But this state, like so many others we have visited, is nuanced in all of the best ways, & it has some truly stunning views, if you’re willing to do a little hiking to get there.

We still had some time to spare, so we decided to pull our tired legs up another 200 feet to Exclamation Point. Once we got there, we still had another 25 minutes left to hike out, so we hiked & ran just over a mile to the top of Hickory Nut Falls, a waterfall that drops an impressive 404 feet! The rushing water & cool breeze greeted us, & we spent a few minutes enjoying the serenity before jogging back to Exclamation Point & beginning our descent back to the parking lot.

We had just enough time when we finished our hike to grab a quick bite to eat before our zip lining trip. We left Chimney Rock & found that the park is situated directly next to a main street that we had somehow overlooked on our way in. Chimney Rock Village is a quaint street filled with local shops & restaurants. We decided to visit Broad River Inn, which features a restaurant that serves rustic pizzas, artisan sandwiches, & more! 

To start, we ordered the Chef’s Bruschetta to share. As someone who comes from an Italian family, I have had my share of bruschetta, so when I say that this was the best version of the dish that I have ever had, I don’t take that phrase lightly. The tomatoes were chopped finely & mixed with fresh red onion & feta, piled high on thick, artisan bread that had been slathered in olive oil & toasted, topped with a large basil leaf & drizzled with a tangy but sweet balsamic glaze. I nearly ordered another plate to have it all to myself.

The Chef’s Bruschetta at Broad River Inn

Our lunch was just as impressive. I ordered the Salad of the Day, which was a bed of greens topped with sliced pear, candied walnuts, blue cheese, & a balsamic vinaigrette. Every bite was a new medley of delicious flavors. Joseph ordered the BBQ Pulled Pork Sandwich, which was laden with North Carolina BBQ sauce, topped with a tangy, homemade coleslaw, & served alongside homemade potato chips. Satisfied from our meal, we walked down to the street to get coffees from Coffee on the Rocks & then headed to Canopy Ridge Farm for zip lining.

At this point, I was starting to get nervous. My lunch, which had settled so nicely in my stomach before, was now bubbling angrily with anticipation. I have a fear of heights, & the idea of hanging precariously so high in the sky was beginning to terrify me. When we arrived at the adventure park, we were walked through the safety measures & put in our harnesses. Together, we rode in a jeep up a tall hill to the first platform. 

I shifted uneasily as we received our instructions, & I watched the others go before me. As each member of our group took off, I felt the anxiety build. When it was finally my turn, I stepped up shakily. 

One of the guides connected my harness to the zip line. He could tell I was nervous, & joked about how it had been revealed that I had been the one to book us this trip. 

“It was for his birthday,” I laughed. “I didn’t really think about the fact that I would have to do it, too.” I looked out at the zip line, & was surprised to not see much of a drop. With a deep breath, I took a step off of the platform, leaned back into my harness, & flew off into the treetops.

The ground quickly disappeared beneath me, dropping 100 feet down. I screamed with excitement. I loved the feeling of the wind blowing through my hair as I raced down the line. I felt like I was flying, & it was exhilarating.

All too soon, the ride ended, & I waited eagerly for my next turn. The tour consisted of six zip lines in total, some of which we had to hike to. Our guides were funny & entertaining, & throughout the course, they give us different challenges to complete. Twisting & turning down the lines, falling back into trust falls off of the platforms, & learning to flip upside down as we soared were just a few of the tricks we learned. The tour ended far too quickly. By the end, I was already talking about when & where I would want to go zip lining next.

We finished earlier than expected, so once we were out of our harnesses, Joseph & I shared some Dippin’ Dots from the store & then made an impromptu drive to Asheville. The streets were busy & packed with people. It was a beautiful night, perfect for walking the city streets & getting a bite to eat at a rooftop bar. Joseph & I got onto a waitlist for a restaurant & then perused the shops while we waited. We popped into one traveling trunk show where a henna artist was doing tattoos, & we each got a bear paw on our left arms (a tattoo we have been wanting to get for a while).

When our table was ready, we headed back up the street to Strada Italiano. We sat at the bar in the sister restaurant, Social Lounge, which was decorated to look like a speakeasy. Despite the busyness of the restaurant, our bartender was attentive & entertaining. To start, we ordered the Arancini & a drink each: The Botanical Bliss for me (a blend of Ketel One grapefruit & rose vodka, peach syrup made in house, fresh lemon, & prosecco) & the Plums & Roses Old Fashioned for Joseph (plum-infused Four Roses bourbon blended with homemade basil stem syrup & Peychaud’s & Angostura bitters). The drinks were perfectly mixed & went down far too easy. The Arancini was served in a sherry tomato cream sauce with pecorino romano & a balsamic reduction. The balls themselves were fried to perfection – when we cut inside, steam rose from the delicious blend of creamy mozzarella cheese & soft risotto. 

The Botanical Bliss at Social Lounge, a speakeasy-style bar in Asheville, NC

For dinner, Joseph ordered a Meat Toppings Pizza with spicy & sweet sausage, & I have to say, as much as I don’t enjoy meat pizzas (I like vegetables better), it was one of the best pizzas I have ever tasted. The crust was crunchy on the outside & soft in the center, the sauce was balanced to not be too acidic (as so many tomato sauces can be), & the meat & cheese blended beautifully in every bite. I ordered the Salmon del Giardino, a grilled salmon served on top of a bed of arugula, topped with bruschetta & preserved lemon & scallions, & served with a delicious, creamy risotto del giorno. For the first time ever, Joseph took a bite of my food & said he liked what I had ordered more than he liked his own dish. The salmon was cooked so perfectly it tasted buttery. The risotto was soft & dense, & the tomatoes & arugula gave a refreshing pop in every bite. I was full halfway through, but the dish was too good not to finish.

We went for a relaxed walk through the streets lit up by streetlights before finally returning to our car & driving back to our Airbnb. At this point, we had been active for almost 12 full hours, & we were exhausted. 

The following morning, we woke up early, eager to get in a little activity before our long drive home. We packed up our belongings & headed to the Bearwallow Mountain Trail, which was only a few minutes away from our Airbnb. The trail led us through the forest & up the mountainside to a field where cows grazed. It was there that we saw the most amazing view from our trip. Impossible to capture on camera, it was one of those breathtaking views you have to drink in, knowing you’ll never get to see it again. A haze hung low & had settled just above the miles & miles of forested mountains that rolled into the distance. The wind whipped at our clothes, chilling us to the bone as we stared out at the picturesque view. It was the perfect way to end our brief but packed trip to North Carolina. 

Standing there with Joseph, I smiled to myself. At this moment, I knew I had succeeded in giving him the best birthday gift yet. The fact that I had succeeded in not just topping the prior year’s gift, but that I had shown him just how loved he is, made me the happiest I had been all weekend.

I just don’t know how I am going to top this gift next year.

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9 travel tips for budget-friendly trips in the US

Me hiking in Redwood National & State Parks

In 2020, my husband, Joseph, & I made the pact that we would visit all 50 states in the United States together. We still have long to go, but since our first road trip to Colorado up to now planning trips to North Carolina, Montana, Wyoming, Vermont & New York for this year, we have learned a lot about how see the most of these amazing & diverse states without breaking the bank.

If you have the same daunting goal as we do, or if you are just planning a trip for this upcoming summer, read on for my top nine travel tips that will give you a budget-friendly trip that is fun & full of adventures.

1. Google is your friend in planning an itinerary

Joseph & me hiking at the Flatirons in Colorado

Whenever I start planning a trip, the first thing I do is search online for the best places to go & things to do in that state. You can find so many great ideas online, sometimes including full itineraries! I always cross reference these to other sources to make sure I am getting everything I want on my personal itinerary. However, if you find one you like online, there is no harm in following it! This is especially convenient for places you are not familiar with, or if you are not conformable making your own itinerary.

As a side note, I recommend staying away from the official tourist sites & instead reading blogs of fellow travelers. Tourist sites sometimes recommend places that make them the most money or places that have paid for advertisement, rather than the best spots. Travel bloggers (like myself) can also recommend secret hidden spots they stumbled across, places they heard about from locals, & other unique spots to eat, rest, etc. that you wouldn’t normally find on a tourist website.

Based on the information I find online, I next head to Google maps to plan out my itinerary. I have my top destination points, & based on where those are, I add other items based on what’s nearby or what is close to our road trip route.

2. Don’t be afraid to step outside of your comfort zone

My family & me horse back riding in Estrella Mountain Regional Park

This tip goes along with the last one, but it’s important enough to get its own spot on my list. When you are picking activities for your trip, don’t be afraid to go outside of your comfort zone. Often when planning budget-friendly trips, it’s easy to just pick a few things that you are familiar with & then base the trip around those activities. But we have all been to the beach a million times, & while it’s fun, I find it much more interesting & rewarding to try new things that are unique to each place we visit.

When Joseph & I plan a trip, we have four categories of activities we have to complete in order to say that we really visited the state & can cross it off our list. First, we have to hike at a national park (this is our favorite activity, & if we didn’t have this list, it is probably the only thing we would do). This is a wonderful opportunity to really see & experience the place you are visiting. Plus, it’s a great way to stretch your legs & get in some fresh air after a long flight or car ride.

Second, we have to walk a main street. This is a great way to get a feel for the culture of the place you are visiting & an opportunity to talk to locals to find out what they like to do & where they like to go if you have some extra time in your itinerary.

Third, we have to eat at a local restaurant. This usually goes along with our main street visit, & we will often ask locals where they love to eat. We try to find something that is also a local cuisine (i.e. Mexican food in San Diego, or pretzels & cheesesteaks in Philadelphia) so we can get a real taste for where we are staying.

Last, we have to do a tourist attraction. This is always our least favorite & most expensive part of our trip, but sometimes we end up having a great time. It’s a fun way to experience the place we are visiting, & a great way to find out what unique activities each place we visit has to offer.

3. Always add a time buffer into your itinerary for each activity

Joseph at the Monterey Bay Aquarium

When planning activities, always account for an extra hour than the time actually needed. When I am planning my itinerary, I always search online for the average amount of time it takes to complete each activity. How long does it take to explore the Monterey Bay Aquarium, or how long does it take to drive from San Diego to the Redwood National Forest, or even how long does it take to hike Angel’s Landing in Zion National Park? Once I have my average answer, I always add an hour on top it. This gives time for us to relax, take photos, & enjoy conversation, & it keeps us from worrying about what is coming next & whether or not we will be on time.

I have learned this one from experience. I used to plan my itineraries based exactly on the average time, & then I was stressed any time we spent too long on the top of a mountain enjoying the view or we got stuck in traffic. But these things are part of the adventure! Allot for extra time in your itinerary, & if you find you have too much time on your hands, you can always slip enjoying a cup of coffee at a local cafe.

4. Be flexible about your flight times

The view out my window during my flight to Arizona

Now that you know what you are doing on your trip, it’s time to decide when you will be going. If you can, be flexible about the actual dates you are traveling. This will allow you to find the cheapest flights within the time frame you wish to take your trip.

Whether or not you can be flexible with the dates, my next recommendation is to be flexible with the flight times. I personally recommend booking an early flight out & a late flight back. Early morning & late evening flights are often the cheapest, & flying in early allows you to get an early start to your trip (you can always take a nap when you arrive at your destination or even on the plane), & leaving late allows you to get the most out of your vacation. As long as you don’t have anything planned for the day after your trip, you will have plenty of time to rest & recover.

5. Book Airbnbs for cheaper & more unique lodging

Photo by Karsten Winegeart on Unsplash

Airbnbs are a great alternative to traditional lodging. They range in cost, but you can almost always find a more affordable option than a hotel room. And, you have the opportunity to stay somewhere that gives a local cultural feel, or somewhere that is super unique! Do you want to stay in a log cabin in the mountains, a camper in the forest, or even a treehouse – Airbnb has a unique stay just for you!

When choosing your Airbnb, make sure you click the Superhost option. Superhosts are verified by Airbnb & have tons of reviews to be excellent hosts, which means a much less stressful vacation. It’s no fun getting to your Airbnb late at night, only to find that it is not what you were expecting.

6. Rent your car with a reputable company

The truck we rented for our West Coast trip

Now that you know when you are going & where you are staying, the next step for many trips is to rent a vehicle for transportation. Despite the prevalence of Uber & Lyft, we have found that renting a car is still often more cost effective, especially for trips that involve lots of traveling (which ours often do).

When choosing a rental car company, I highly recommend going with a larger, more reputable company, rather than a smaller company that seems cheaper. Many smaller rental companies have hidden fees that add up fast. When you rent the car, call first to speak with a representative & ask up front if there will be any surprise fees & what they may be. For most larger companies, there will be minimal if any fees, but asking ahead of time gives you the advantage of knowing what to expect & the opportunity to compare companies to find what’s best for you.

Also, do not let the rental company talk you into buying rental insurance for your vehicle. Check your car insurance plan to be sure, but most people have car insurance that covers damage to a rental vehicle. This is one of the unnecessary costs of renting a car that you do not have to be tricked by.

7. Remember there are grocery stores every where

Joseph & me eating our breakfast during our road trip in Colorado

No matter where you are visiting, the locals have to get there food somehow, & it’s not all from restaurants. Getting food from a grocery store is an underrated way to fuel while you travel. It’s cheaper than anything you will find in a restaurant, & you can even get local fruits, cheeses or meats or try local food brands.

For most of our trips, Joseph & I bring a small cooler that we can fold up into our suitcase for easy portability. We stop at gas stations along the way to refill it with ice, & we keep it stocked the whole time with fixings for sandwiches, protein-rich snacks like cheese sticks & hummus, & veggies & fruits for snacking. We try to eat breakfast & lunch from our little cooler while on the road, & then we treat ourselves to a restaurant for dinner. It’s an easy way to save money while on the road, & it saves you time in your itinerary. Eating on the road or even stopping for a picnic is much faster than any rest stop.

8. If you’re going hiking, remember to be safe

Me hiking in Olympic National Park

This isn’t really a budget-friendly tip, but I thought I would remiss not to share it. If you are going to be hiking in the wilderness, always bring some emergency supplies & more food & water than you think you need. Before you go, give a copy of your itinerary to someone you trust. A lot of national parks do not have wifi service, so it’s a good idea to also bring downloaded maps.

Even if the hike seems simple, accidents happen, so it’s good to always be prepared & have someone else know where you are in case something does happen. Other than rolling my ankle, I have never been injured on a hike, but I have been lost plenty of times, & the extra food & water really made a difference in keeping my energy up & getting me back home safely.

9. Pick a fun souvenir that you can find almost anywhere

Me with our very first Starbucks Been There… series mug

It’s always fun to bring home a memento from your travels. But, if you have ever gone shopping for souvenirs, you know how over-priced they can be. When you’re in the moment, you may be more apt to buy multiple souvenirs on your trip, & before you know it, you can spend your entire budget on these items. And let’s be honest, did you really need another T-shirt?

Think of a type of souvenir that you love & that can be found almost anywhere, & then collect only that. It could be a magnet, coffee mug, shot glass, baseball cap, book, snow globe, keychain, or so much more! When you walk into a souvenir shop, resist buying the first thing that catches your eye. Instead, look for the special item that you are collecting. It’s a guaranteed way to make sure you save money on your trip, & you will start to have a very cool collection of special memories on your bookshelf at home.

Joseph & I personally collect the Starbucks Been There… series mugs. There is a unique mug for every place, & we love looking at the designs on the mug & pointing out the places we went to & things we saw. I also have been personally collecting snow globes since I was a little girl, & I often pick up one of these, if I think I can keep it safe for the entire plane ride home.

Most importantly, enjoy your trip & travel safe!

If you want to share your favorite travel tips with me, or share about your latest adventure, leave me a comment below!

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Arizona vacation: Horseback riding in Estrella (Day 5)

My family & me horseback riding in Estrella Mountain Regional Park with Corral West Adventures

Arizona is known for its hot, desert climate; its red canyons; & its tall, saguaro cacti. When I think of Arizona, I think of old western movies – men in tall hats riding horseback through the desert. So, it was fitting that we ended our Arizona journey riding on the backs of horses ourselves, looking out at the sunset. 

Most of our day was relaxed & lazy. We went to visit my great uncle & aunt, & we spent a few hours in their living room reminiscing about days long past. As the afternoon began to draw to a close, we drove to Estrella Mountain Regional Park, where Corral West Adventures was tucked away.

Corral West Adventures is a nonprofit organization that rescues horses. They offer horse rides through the Sonoran Desert, & we chose to do their famous sunset ride. 

Our instructor was informative & friendly, & soon we were clip clopping over the rocks into the desert. It reminded me of those old western movies, where the cowboys ride off into the sunset. The setting sun bathed the desert in orange light. On every side, mountains grew up around us, & above our heads, the sky was painted in purple & pink stripes. From our slow, relaxed ride, we were able to observe sights of the desert we may have missed before: The saguaro filled with holes from owls who had made their homes inside, & a prickly tree whose leaves smelled like soap when you rubbed them between your fingers.

Joseph & me horseback riding in Estrella Mountain Regional Park with Corral West Adventures

As the light faded & we returned our horses to their home, we said a final goodbye to Arizona. We would not be leaving for a few more days, but this time would be dedicated entirely to family whom we so rarely get to see.

I took one last look at the desert landscape, & despite my love for forested mountains & cooler weather, I felt a small twinge of sadness to be leaving so soon. The desert has an unexpected beauty of its own. In this place that seems inhospitable to all, life somehow still flourishes. At first glance, the landscape is brown with just a little muddy orange & red to accent, but when you take a closer look, you see colors you never imagined – bright blues, greens, pinks and oranges paint the trees, flowers & desert fruits. There is such beauty & mystery to this place, & so much more to explore. 

As the sun set, I bid the desert farewell, with a quiet promise that we would return again soon, hungry for more adventures.

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Arizona vacation: Sedona & Cottonwood (Day 4)

Me at the Seven Sacred Pools

In 2003, USA Today named Sedona “the most beautiful place on earth,” & after visiting, I have to say it is definitely one of the most striking landscapes I have ever seen. The color of the mint green & teal trees pop against the brick red & burnt orange rock Sedona is known for. Spiky agave plants in the color of cyan dot the landscape of loose, faded orange sand, & all around the town, the tall mountains that stretch up towards the sky have been painted red halfway up, as if God took a step back from his art project halfway through said, “It is finished.”

We left early for Sedona. The world was still dark as we drove through the desert landscape. We watched with tired eyes as the sun rose up behind the purple mountains into the pink & orange striped sky. 

Our first stop in Sedona was the trailhead of Devil’s Bridge. I stand corrected about the weather in Arizona in December. It does, in fact, get cold. When we began our hike, the weather was in the 40s, & we were all a little chilly in our hiking clothes as we began the trek towards the bridge. 

For over a mile, the hike was mostly flat in soft dirt. We chatted as we walked & admired the scenery – the red canyons & bright green & blue of the trees. I have never seen plants of such a beautiful color, & the red of the rock really made them stand out. When we got to the last half mile, the trail turned to stairs formed from the rock, & then just large rocks that we had to climb to the top. 

Me on top of Devil’s Bridge

Devil’s Bridge is a natural sandstone arch in the Coconino National Forest. It was formed from years of wind & weather erosion that only left the top of the structure. From the top, it’s a 54 foot drop, which, despite the bridge being five feet across, still feels daunting when you look over the side. 

One by one, we stepped out onto the bridge to get our picture taken by those back on the trail. Standing on the bridge, looking over the desert, was both exhilarating & terrifying. The desert was strikingly beautiful – I could have stayed on that bridge gazing at it for hours. But only one person was allowed on the bridge at once & there was a line of people waiting to get their picture taken in the same iconic spot where the bridge thins ever so slightly & looks even more terrifying. 

We headed back to the car to return to town, where we stopped at Berry Divine for a post-hike treat. Berry Divine serves delicious açai bowls topped with multiple combinations of fruit, granola, nuts, coconut oil, chocolate, & more! I have never had a smoothie bowl like it. The açai was the consistency of thick ice cream, & it was both tart & sweet, a delightful contrast on the tongue. I ordered the Red Rock Bowl, which was topped with tart raspberries, goji berry & raspberry puree balanced with sweet banana & crunchy granola. The result was satisfying & surprisingly filling. 

The Red Rock Açai Bowl from Berry Divine

At this point, our group split up. We dropped Jake & Jess off to go on a Pink Jeep tour in the desert, & then we picked up Starbucks & went to the trailhead once again, where Mom & Dad dropped us off & then went back to Sedona to walk the town. Coffee in hand, Joseph & I went back on the trails. 

We took the Brins Mesa Loop which took us into the mountains & Coconino National Forest. I was stunned to see so much life growing in a desert! All around us, trees grew thick, at some points blocking the red rock from view. We traveled up, covering over 1,000 feet of elevation, all the while stopping to turn on the spot & gaze in wonder at our surroundings. 

At the top of our hike, Joseph led us on an impromptu detour. We left the trail to climb up to the top of an outlook point. From our perch, we could see the buildings of Sedona against the backdrop of indigo mountains, the tops of which were hidden by thick, gray clouds. We sat for a moment, looking down over the valley below, before finally scrambling back down the rock face & continuing down the trail.

Climbing up to Soldier’s Pass was no easy feat. The elevation spiked quickly, & we were both out of breath as we climbed up to the cave. To enter, fallen rocks had formed a natural set of stairs. The cave itself was lit by multiple openings that gave gorgeous views of the mountains & trees. We sat in one of the holes to rest & take in the arresting view. Sedona truly is magnificent.

Me & Joseph in Soldier’s Pass

We were running late to meet up with our companions, so we ran the next half mile to the Seven Sacred Pools. Each pool almost perfectly circular, & they stepped down a slope, each holding still water that reflected the sky above. In the desert landscape, they, like the trees, looked out of place, & I was left wondering how such perfect little pools, all lined in a row, had been made in the rock. 

We ran the last mile back to the car, & arrived at the trailhead just minutes after our family had arrived to pick us up. Once there, we all agreed to go to Old town Cottonwood for dinner. It’s a small town in the heart of wine country, filled with locally owned shops & charm. 

We chose Colt 804 Grill for dinner, & we were not disappointed. The barbecued & smoked meat are cooked to succulent perfection, & each of the homemade sauces offered are unique & mouth-watering. I ordered a cobb salad with smoked bacon & beef brisket, & despite the enormous portion, it was so good I nearly finished the entire bowl. 

It was getting dark & cold, but we decided to walk the streets for just a few minutes to take in the sights. Christmas lights lit our way down the busy, small town road. Most of the shops were closed, but we did dip into Verde Valley Olive Oil Traders, attracted less by the little bottles of oils & more by the friendly looking dog inside. After getting our fill of pets & cuddles, we did end up buying a delicious package of peppermint bark fudge for dessert. 

The drive home was quiet. We were all tired from our long day. But it was a good tired – one I feel after many of my adventures with Joseph after our full days of hiking & traveling. It was so exciting to be able to experience that with my family as well, & I am looking forward to many more adventures with this awesome group of people. I loved that we started the day together, a few of us stepping a little out of our comfort zones for the hike but enjoying the time with one another. And then I even enjoyed splitting up for the afternoon, each doing the activities that we most love, & then we met up once again to enjoy a meal & share about our days. All during dinner, we were passing around phones, sharing photos as we described in rich detail all of the amazing things we had experienced. 

Me at the impromptu outlook point Joseph took us to off the trail

If you have the chance to visit Sedona, I highly recommend it. There is definitely something for everyone there. Whether you want to go out on the trails, window shop in town, or on an adventure in a bubblegum pink jeep, everyone in your group is bound to have fun. 

And just once, while you are there, take a step back & just soak in the view. Notice the vibrance of the colors, the sound of the wind in the leaves of trees in what should be a barren landscape, & the smell of sweet desert flowers & fruit. I would go so far to say that visiting Sedona is a spiritual experience. It’s a reminder of just how beautiful life is, & how even in the most challenging & dismaying circumstances, there is always a way to, not just survive, but to flourish & grow into something beautiful.

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Philadelphia Overnight Trip: Cheesesteaks, Pretzels & Love

Me at the LOVE Sculpture in LOVE Park

What is love? 

According to Oxford Dictionary, “love” is “a feeling or disposition of deep affection or fondness for someone.” A quick Google search of “What is love?” will pull up a song by Haddaway, along with a number of articles & personal opinions from people across the globe. It seems that everyone is searching for love in this life. To love & to be loved is an intrinsic need we all have.

Months ago, I celebrated My Love’s birthday by gifting him tickets to The Avett Brothers’ concert in Philadelphia. I booked us an Airbnb for the night & suggested we make a short trip of it. We have a goal to visit all 50 states, & Pennsylvania has already been checked off of our list. However, we neglected to go to Philly during our first trip, so it seemed to be the perfect opportunity to explore The City of Brotherly Love

Since gifting the tickets, Joseph & I have gotten married & traveled up the West Coast from San Diego to Seattle, but a little overnight trip planned months ago still thrilled us. We packed our bags & headed out Tuesday afternoon to our small, private room near Drexel University

We were already hungry when we arrived in the city, & we had a few hours until the concert, so I suggested we try the iconic Philly cheesesteak. Since there seems to be a restaurant or food cart on every corner selling the sandwich, we did a little online searching for the best place to go before finally settling on Cleavers. We didn’t want to do deal with the city traffic, so we left our car at the Airbnb & walked the busy Philly streets to our destination. 

Cleavers is a specialty cheesesteak shop where you can get beef, chicken or vegetarian sandwiches. It was established in 2016 by a family that has owned & operated a cheesesteak manufacturing company known for its worldwide quality & service for over 35 years. The restaurant uses USDA domestic ribeye, fresh baked bread, & artisanal ingredients in all of its food. 

Porta Fresca sandwich from Cleavers

The sandwiches were huge, stuffed full of delicious ingredients seasoned & cooked to perfection. Joseph ordered the BBQ Cheesesteak, which was packed with ribeye steak smothered in a sweet & savory barbecue sauce & sprinkled with thick-cut bacon, with melted American cheese & thick, freshly fried onion rings on top. I ordered the Porta Fresca, a vegetarian option made with succulently prepared portobello mushrooms mixed with roasted red peppers & sauteéd spinach & topped with thick slices of fresh mozzarella cheese. Mouths watering, we devoured our sandwiches until our stomachs couldn’t hold another bite. 

We took an Uber to The Mann Center, an outdoor concert venue with a beautiful view of the Philadelphia skyline. At every Avett Brothers concert, the band commissions a local artist to design a limited edition poster for the performance. For this particular concert, only 200 were created for concert attendees, & thanks to our early arrival time, we were one of the lucky ones.  For the next hour, we strolled around the grounds, enjoying the warm, late-September air. As the sky began to darken, we finally found our seats & settled in for a musically magnificent evening. 

Me with our Avett Brothers poster at The Mann Center

To say the Avett Brothers are good artists is an understatement. Their music is art in its truest form. The lyrics are poetry. The instruments are played so expertly & yet lovingly that they go beyond just touching your ears & go straight to your soul. And the harmony in the voices reaches into your heart & draws tears in your eyes. All while listening, time ceases to exist – you are simply so entranced by the songs & music that you feel at one with it, & all you want is for it to continue to go on. 

Watching the band live was a truly cathartic experience. Every song they play is heartfelt & meaningful. The lyrics are written with care, the melodies matched perfectly to the message that is to be portrayed, & the harmony pulls everything together, using human voices to bring the emotion & connection to every listener. Sitting in the audience, I felt I connected to every emotional piece on the deepest level of my being, & it pulled to the surface every past & present hurt I had not dealt with. But by the end of the evening, these wounds had been treated like the most productive therapy session. With the ending encore song “No Hard Feelings,” we all stood & sang as one, Joseph & I in each other’s arms, singing both for ourselves & everyone in the room.

With love in our hearts — for ourselves, each other & our fellow beings — we left the venue with smiles on our faces. Despite the late hour & how tired we felt, we couldn’t help but chat animatedly about the performance for the next thirty minutes while we waited for our Uber to arrive. As soon as we arrived back at the room, we crashed into bed, ready for a long night’s sleep. 

The covered bridge in Wissahickon Valley Park

Our first stop the next morning was Wissahickon Valley Park, where we hiked a moderately difficult trail littered with large rocks & adorned with green trees just beginning to fade to the fall colors of red & yellow. The trail led us to a rushing waterfall & covered bridge, where we stopped briefly to listen to the water before heading back to our vehicle. The hike took longer than expected, & we were both hungry for lunch by the end. 

We wanted to try a Philly pretzel, so we headed to the Reading Terminal Market, a bustling indoor marketplace filled with locally owned shops. We went first to Miller’s Twist, a pretzel & ice cream shop. I ordered a classic Philly pretzel, while Joseph ordered a pretzel dog, chicken feta sausage, & cinnamon sticks. The golden brown pretzel was served warm, sprinkled with large cubes of salt that melted into the soft bread when I took a bite. I understand now why everyone raves about Philly pretzels – I had to stop myself from returning after my last bite to order more. Joseph’s chicken feta sausage was wrapped in the same delicious, aureate creation, & the meat was moist & full of flavor. As for the pretzel dog, I’ll just say that it made me want to eat hot dogs again. The cinnamon sticks were soft & just the right level of sweet, with a dash of cinnamon that made me dream of the cooler, cozy months to come. 

The regular Philly pretzel from Miller’s Twist

Next, we ordered coffees from Old City Coffee, & then, since I was still hungry after eating my one pretzel, we went to Kamal’s Middle Eastern Specialities, a family-owned restaurant of 30 years serving lovingly prepared dishes made with fresh ingredients. I ordered the falafel, which is made from chickpeas & fava beans that were soaked overnight & fried fresh every morning. It came with a small salad, creamy hummus, & a lovely & light green tabbouleh. 

Our stomachs now satisfied, we walked to LOVE Park, where the LOVE sculpture by Robert Indiana stands tall in the middle of the courtyard. It’s a well-known landmark of the City of Brotherly Love that was created in 1976. Joseph & I took our required tourist photo with the artwork, & then decided it was time to head home. 

What is love? All throughout this trip, I felt like I encountered it everywhere I went. From the beginning, when Joseph’s & my mutual love for music inspired me to express my love for him by gifting tickets to the band he loves most; to all of the local food we tasted, lovingly prepared in family-owned restaurants; to the concert, lovingly performed by a band started by two brothers who seem to understand the human heart on a deeper level than most, which I enjoyed while sneaking glances to my right of my love & feeling my heart swell to see him smiling so wide; to gazing up at a sculpture with the word itself painted in bright red. 

The LOVE sculpture at LOVE Park

What is love? Can it be a fleeting feeling like the butterflies at the beginning of a relationship? Can it be the underlying force of an argument between two people who know each other better than anyone else? Can it be an act of service for another human? Or perhaps it’s a shared look of two longtime companions, who in that moment can express their thoughts without any words or actions at all? Does it only exist when it is perfect & unconditional, or is true love imperfect & raw, the most basic & yet complicated human emotion? 

Love is not something that can be easily defined by Oxford dictionary, & yet, as the internet has proven, it’s something we are all trying desperately to define & understand.

To me, love exists in all areas of life. It is in the simple touch that lingers on Joseph’s shoulder when I pass from behind, to let him know, even in the busyness of my day when I’m rushing from one place to the next, that I’m thinking of him. It’s in the words of comfort & support that are shared between friends. Love is in the beauty of nature that surrounds us, lovingly created by the only true source of unconditional love we will ever know. And our imperfect, human love is in the desperate yells of a fight, when the two people involved know each other so well that their tongues can be used as both tools for reconciliation & irreparable wounds.

Love is messily splattered in all different colors across the canvas of our lives, & yet its these splashes of various moments, feelings & thoughts that make our experiences on this planet beautiful. It is the absence of love that causes us the most pain, & it is the experience of love that brings us the most intense joy. 

Perhaps what makes love most beautiful is that it cannot be simply defined. It’s more exquisite than a butterfly, unable to be pinned down & examined. Love cannot be put into words, but its an experience we all share. And I am finding in my life, the more we live for love, the more love we experience in even the most unexpected places. 

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Honeymoon West Coast trip: Mount St. Helens & Port Angeles (Day 11)

Mount St. Helens

We have finally arrived in Washington, which means the honeymoon is nearly over. I can’t believe how fast the time has passed. Nearly two weeks ago, I was standing under an arbor adorned with sunflowers, saying my vows, & since then, I have flown across the country & traveled up the coast from San Diego all the way to Washington, exploring new places & going on new adventures every day.

Today started with a hike at Mount St. Helens. The reddish brown landscape was dotted with a few trees, but still seemed rather barren for Southern Washington. Mount St. Helens towered high above us at an impressive 8,366 feet, about 1,300 feet shorter than it was before the 1980s eruption (USGS). Like Mount Hood, Mount St. Helens is a stratovolcano, & it was dormant since the 1850s until May 1980, when an earthquake triggered the largest landslide ever recorded & a volcanic blast that took the lives of 57 people (EarthSky). Seeing the collapsed face of the volcano was both mind-blowing & haunting knowing the history of the event.

The hike was uneventful. It led us along the landscape around Mount St. Helens all the way to Spirit Lake, so we got a few good views along the way, but nothing as spectacular as climbing the volcano would have been. My favorite view was actually not of Mount St. Helens, but of the many red & yellow flowers that grew alongside the trail next to Spirit Lake. With colorful flowers in the foreground, a blue mountain range in the background, & a still, serene lake in the middle, I thought it was the best view of the day. 

The flowers along the trail beside Spirit Lake

After hiking, we ate a quick lunch at the truck & then started our long drive to Port Angeles. Mount St. Helens is near the bottom of Washington, & Port Angeles is at the top, so we had a lot of ground to cover. We listened to music & chatted to pass the time, every so often gazing out the window in wonder at the beautiful views. The West Coast really is everything I ever wanted it to be. The mountain-dominated views are stunning, the air is clean, & the water is somehow bluer than it is in Maryland. It is truly spectacular. 

We stopped by our Airbnb first to drop off our belongings. The private suite was in a wooden home designed to look like a log cabin. The outdoorsy yet cozy ambience made us feel right at home. 

We showered quickly & then headed to Dupuis’ Restaurant, the oldest restaurant in the area. It has been in operation for 101 years, & we sat at a booth that has been there since the beginning. The food can be best described as Washington’s version of southern comfort. We ordered large, Dungeness crab cakes that were so soft & buttery, I didn’t even mind that they weren’t the Maryland version. They were served with a fruit compote that paired beautifully & was delicious all on its own – I saved it to smear on my soft, honey-buttered roll. For dinner, Joseph ordered fish & chips that was fried to perfection, & a small bowl of chicken noodle soup with soft, homemade noodles. I ordered sauteéd prawns that were served in herbed butter with a warm rice pilaf & a side salad. The meal was satisfying & hearty, the perfect end to a long day. 

Dungeness Crab Cakes from Dupuis’ Restaurant

After dinner, we drove into Port Angeles, a town situated beside the water at the very top of Washington. From the pier, we could see the lights across the water from Canada’s coast. I had never been so far North in the United States before, & seeing another country so close was for some reason a very exciting experience. 

Many of the shops were already closed, so we just walked around in the chilly night air to take in the sights. The water was calm & the sound of the waves lapping at the land were soothing. 

We didn’t stay long because we had made very early plans for the following morning. To make the most of the final day of our honeymoon, we had decided to wake up at 3am to hike Mount Storm King in Olympic National Park before heading to Seattle for the day. The hike was going to be challenging with a daunting end. After two miles headed straight up (at an 18% grade!), the end of the hike promised beautiful views, as long as you were willing to take a risk. Beyond the end of the maintained trail, fellow hikers had set up ropes to aid you in climbing up to the top of the mountain peak. 

To be honest, I am terrified. I do not like heights. I hiked Angel’s Landing in Zion two years ago, & it took a lot of convincing to get me to the top. When I finally did muster the courage to attempt the narrow climb, my sweaty hands clinging as hard as I could to the chain provided, I made it to the top literally on my hands & knees, trembling & unwilling to even crawl to the edge. But I made it, & at Joseph’s excited insistence, I agreed to attempt to climb Mount Storm King

It will be, after all, the final day of our honeymoon, after a two-week adventure, & we would like to end it with a moment & a view we will always remember. I just really hope this adventure doesn’t have any unexpected challenges because the ramifications could mean an end to our explorations. 

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Honeymoon West Coast trip: Mount Hood & Portland (Day 10)

Mount Hood
The Little Blue Engine by Shel Silverstein

The little blue engine looked up at the hill. 
His light was weak, his whistle was shrill.
He was tired & small, & the hill was tall,
And his face blushed red as he softly said,
“I think I can, I think I can, I think I can.”

So he started up with a chug & a strain,
And he puffed & pulled with might & main.
And slowly he climbed, a foot at a time,
And his engine coughed as he whispered soft,
“I think I can, I think I can, I think I can.”

With a squeak & a creak & a toot & a sigh,
With an extra hope & an extra try,
He would not stop - now he neared the top - 
And strong & proud he cried out loud,
“I think I can, I think I can, I think I can!”

He was almost there, when - CRASH! SMASH! BASH!
He slid down & mashed into engine hash
On the rocks below…which goes to show
If the track is tough & the hill is rough,
THINKING you can just ain’t enough!

Joseph & I both jumped out of bed late this morning in a panic. We had missed our alarm & woken up late. We rushed out of our Airbnb, leaving at the time we were supposed to start hiking at the park, which we still had to drive two hours to reach. 

Our plan was to hike Mount Hood. We didn’t plan to reach the top – to summit, we needed a permit & gear that we didn’t currently have. But we still wanted to hike up the side as far as we could to see the view.

Mount Hood has a truly commanding presence. Standing nearly 8,000 feet in the sky, its gray peak draped with snow, towers over everything else in the landscape.

The first bit of the trail was challenging but not difficult. We chatted as we climbed over fallen trees & admired the view. The trail had been marked as strenuous, which seemed inappropriate until we realized that over half of the elevation (over 1,000 feet) was reserved for the final half-mile of the trek upwards. We slipped & slid on the face of the mountain as we scrambled over rocks & climbed over precariously stacked boulders. At times, it was difficult to see if we were still on the trail from our precarious perch. 

Joseph hiking up Mount Hood

Our exhausting trek was rewarded when we reached McNeil Point. Clothes & boots covered in dust & faces streaked in dirt, we stood, out of breath, watching hawks soar beneath us in the valley below. From our height, the trees looked like shrubs in comparison to Mount Hood’s tall peak, which still towered high above us. Bright flowers were sprinkled all along the side of the mountain, while in the distance, we could hear water cascading down the mountainside from the melting snow above. 

It was tempting to keep climbing the mountain to see more of the view, but we were already running late to drive to Portland for the evening. Summiting was still not even a possibility, even if we cancelled are plans, but it still managed to continue to come up in conversation as we began the walk back down. 

With aching feet & tired legs, we rushed back to the truck & started the drive to Portland. We had been out of service all day, so I hurriedly texted our Airbnb host with our updated arrival time & my friend & 4K for Cancer teammate, Madison, with our updated travel plans. Mads lives in Portland, & we had made plans to meet her for dinner. Luckily, our late arrival worked with everyone’s plans, & we still had time to stop at our Airbnb & shower before we went to dinner.

Me, Mads & Joseph in Portland

I had not seen Mads in nearly two years, both because of the distance between us & COVID-19. Seeing her again after all this time & once again hearing her infectious laugh brought such joy to my heart. She treated Joseph & me to dinner at Grassa, a local Italian restaurant that serves inventive, homemade pasta dishes. I ordered the Spaghetti Al Pesto, which was rigatoni noodles laden in rich olive oil & homemade basil pesto, sprinkled with toasted hazelnuts, & topped with zucchini strips, basil & creamy mozzarella. Joseph ordered the Pork Belly Mac & Cheese, & we got a side of big meatballs in marinara sauce to share. Mads ordered the Cacio E Pepe, a truffle butter pasta topped with grana cheese.

We sat outside & enjoyed the small town feel of Northwest Portland. Conversation lingered on all of our latest travels – the honeymoon for Joseph & me; Alaska, West Virginia, & many more for Mads. We caught up about the latest in our careers & lives. Mads works at Nike as a Design Engineer, but she also recently began coaching a high school cross country, which is a great fit for her. During our run across the country, Mads was one of our team directors, meaning she helped lead our team through that physically & mentally demanding journey. Her energetic & kind spirit helped us feel at home when we were all so far away. 

After dinner, Mads led us up the street to Salt & Straw, an iconic Portland spot that serves imaginative ice cream flavors. In addition to their regular menu, they have a new theme every month which offers a selection of new ice cream flavors. This month’s theme was Camp, which featured Salted Hazelnut Praline S’mores, Cowboy Coffee Grinds & Bourbon, Maple & Bacon Streusel, & Mushroom Muddy Buddies, as well as Bug Juice! Sorbet. Mads ordered the Bug Juice! Sorbet, while Joseph ordered a split scoop of the Cowboy Coffee Grinds & Bourbon & the Maple & Bacon Streusel. I couldn’t help blending two flavors as well & ordered the Bug Juice! Sorbet along with the Strawberry & Coconut Water Sherbet, both of which were vegan

Ice cream from Salt & Straw

I have honestly never tasted creamier, more delicious ice cream. The Strawberry & Coconut Water Sherbet was full of sweet, strawberry flavor balanced by the refreshing subtle notes of coconut. Despite the creamy consistency, the first word that came to mind when I tasted the Bug Juice! Sorbet was “juice.” It was a fruity blend fo cherry & grape with just hints of sour lime. The two flavors paired perfectly – I finished my scoop much too fast & wanted to return inside immediately to try more flavors. 

The night was ending quickly, so we gave Mads a bittersweet farewell & headed back to our Airbnb to crash for the evening. All along the drive, our conversation traveled between our long hike today, & how we still want to one day summit a mountain, & my 4K journey, which now after two years is still one of the most difficult yet rewarding things I have done in my life. 

4K was much like traversing my own mountain. All along the way, there were beautiful views, but the trek was still challenging & left me feeling exhausted but exhilarated at the end. And then, after the summit, the climax of reaching home, the descent was still difficult & less enjoyable. Leaving all the people I had spent seven weeks with & returning to normal life came with its own challenges. Luckily, I had people like Joseph to walk through the descent with me, which always makes the journey down the mountain seem quicker & more enjoyable.

While climbing the mountain today, I was reminded of a poem by Shel Silverstein that I read as a kid & thought about during 4K. The Little Blue Engine always seemed to be discouraging, but I think today I understand it as actually validating. There are some mountains in life that we summit, & then there are mountains that, as much as we want to & think that we could, we just can’t reach the top. Sometimes we have to put in more hard work, much like I did on 4K. But others, like the mountain today, perhaps we were never meant to summit, but to just enjoy the view during our journey. Not all mountains are meant to be climbed. For some, we just have to appreciate how grand they are & remind ourselves that it’s okay if we don’t succeed at everything we try to do in life. Our strength is not measured on the mountains we summit, but in our character when we attempt to climb them.

My 4K team on the last morning of our run

The thing that struck me most about The Little Blue Engine is that he tried to conquer the entire mountain by himself. For all the mountains I have ever summited in my life, I always had other people there, either climbing with me or cheering me on. I could not have made it through 4K without my teammates running with me. I would not be where I am today without my family & friends who have supported me all these years. And there are so many mountains I am facing now, both literally & metaphorically, with Joseph by my side. 

Mountains aren’t meant to be faced alone. The journey is so much more fun when there are other people on it with you, & the summit looks even more beautiful when you have someone you love by your side. 

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Honeymoon West Coast trip: San Francisco & Redwoods National & State Parks (Day 7)

Joseph & me in front of the Golden Gate Bridge in San Francisco

There is a famous saying that claims once you leave home, you can never go back. It wasn’t until I was an adult who returned to living at home during the pandemic that I understood this phrase. You can always go back, but it’s not the same as it was. You can’t go back to being a kid. The memories you have growing up in your childhood home are completely different from the new ones you make when you return. 

I think this is true of all memories, not just the ones compartmentalized to your childhood home. Any significant period of your life has a certain magic to the memories. But, returning to that place does not make the magic come back. Just a quick visit to your old high school is a great example of this. You can walk the halls, talk to old teachers, sit on the bleachers where you cheered during football games & maybe snuck your first kiss, but it doesn’t feel the same as it did in those four short years of your life when you felt invincible. 

Joseph & I started the seventh day of our honeymoon to try to experience an old memory of mine – we ran across the Golden Gate Bridge, just as I did with a team of amazing people two summers ago. It was the beginning of our run across the country, which we did with the Ulman Foundation to support young adults with cancer

Team Baltimore (my 4K for Cancer team) just before running across the Golden Gate Bridge

I remember how that first run felt. I remember the exhilaration & the excitement I experienced, unsure yet what the summer would bring but knowing the journey ahead would be momentous & memorable. 

Today’s run was not momentous. We stood in that chilly, misty San Francisco air just as I had done before, clicked our watches to start tracking our run, & started the trek up the steep hill to the bridge. It took my breath away, just as it had before, & my legs sighed in relief when we reached the flatter grade of the bridge. The mist was so thick, the long suspension ropes leading to the tall, red towers disappeared entirely into a thick cloud above our heads. 

The run across the bridge was fast, & before I knew it, we were back at our car, starting the long drive north to the Redwoods National & State Parks. As we drove over the bridge we had just run across, a bittersweet feeling seeped into my stomach. I had wanted to relive the memory, but this was simply just revisiting. My team members were not here with me, & we were not about to travel across the entire country, our legs carrying us & hearts keeping us going in the fight against cancer.

Me after running across the Golden Gate Bridge today

The drive to the redwoods was uneventful but exciting. I have wanted to see the redwood trees since I was a little girl & read about them in a book. When I had participated in the 4K for Cancer run, I had been disappointed that I came all the way to California & missed seeing the majestic trees. 

Our Airbnb was a camper within Redwood National & State Parks. We got settled into what was by far the most unique Airbnb we had stayed in yet, & then drove off into the setting sun to just catch a glimpse of the views we planned on hiking to tomorrow.

To say that redwood trees are big is an understatement. They are enormous. Our entire wingspan combined didn’t even stretch around half of the base of one of the trees. The trees reached high into the sky as well, basking in the sun’s light. Inside, all I felt was the giddy joy of my 5-year-old self, finally standing at the foot of the redwood trees I had read about. 

Me in front of my first redwood tree

Memories cannot be relived, but that’s what makes them so special. You only get to have one first kiss or one first dance. You only have your first day at school, your first time you win an award, your first time running across the Golden Gate Bridge, & your first time seeing a redwood tree. But what makes those moments memorable is the fact that they only happened once, or because they it was the start of something special that happened again & again. It was the start of a your first cross country adventure. It was the start of your career. It was the start of your love story. 

Running across the bridge & experiencing Joseph’s first time traversing it had been fantastic & memorable in its own way. It was not the same as running it with my team, but it wasn’t supposed to be. That moment is sacred & special in its own way, & it should stay that way.

One of the best things about memories is that we are always forming new ones. Dreams are fulfilled, goals are accomplished, & sweet surprises fill our lives every day. Today, wrapping my arms around the redwood tree, feeling the rough bark beneath my fingertips & ear pressed against the trunk, listening for the hum of life inside, was a dream come true & a memory I have been waiting to create for years. 

Remembering may be bittersweet, but the new memories I am creating in this moment – life has never tasted sweeter. 

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