I listen to the river rushing down in the valley and the soft rain drops hitting the tent. It’s 3 am. Yesterday was the first time in a long time that I drank directly from a stream. It tasted like adventure with a hint of moss and ancient ice stored up high in the mountain. …
„It was so nice when we were allowed to make music under the gazebo. We sat together, jammed, and laughed. It was real, it felt so good.“ It’s getting dark. I only see his cigarette light up once in a while, the stars above, and the headlights of the trucks rushing by on the highway. …
I’m sitting at the big window in our current Airbnb in France. It’s been 6 months since we got back from our US trip. 6 months in which a lot has happened, but not much writing. I’m not sure if until now my mind had already arrived at the last part of our US trip …
I am running down to the shore, half stumbling to the sand that gives way underneath my feet. „I missed you, I missed you so much,“ I am shouting, half in honesty, half in fun. The Pacific. The largest and deepest of our oceans. My ocean. I always joke that people have a favorite ocean. …
One sentence we heard repeatedly during our trip was „You are real people.“ At first, I was confused. What does that mean? And what does it mean not to be? When we listened to the meaning behind it, we heard other things coming to the surface. Real people as in “you are workers and not …
One sentence we heard repeatedly during our trip was „You are real people.“ At first, I was confused. What does that mean? And what does it mean not to be? When we listened to the meaning behind it, we heard other things coming to the surface. Real people as in “you are workers and not …
Bridge and I had been to Yosemite 4 1/2 years ago. It was February, and the park was covered in snow. We had pulled in at the small parking ground at the end of the valley. The only open hike was one towards some kind of waterfall, I can’t even remember the name. The Ponderosa …
“Don’t just hit the big National Parks, also go to the smaller State Parks,” I hear Byron’s voice echoing in my head when we made Zion our stop. I find it fascinating how quickly special places become big tourist magnets. Not just with National Parks. And yet, although paved roads, oversized RVs, shuttle buses, and …
The days passed by quickly at West Bijou. Checking on the bison at sunrise became meditation, a morning ritual I will miss. Together with the others, I dove deeper into Holistic Management and learned more than I could have wished for – from the place, the animals, and the people. Byron facilitated our questions and …
I walk over to the boulder where the little pointy guy is growing, right at the foot of the Rocky Mountains. I’ve never seen a cactus growing on a rock in the forest, right next to evergreens. „We’re in the High Desert,“ Jason tells me. During our hike I stop again and again to investigate …