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White Sands Lunar Eclipse
We drove 563 miles from Yuma, Arizona to Alamogordo, New Mexico chasing the lunar eclipse after a chance encounter with a photographer we met at the Grand Canyon. After sleeping in a Wal-mart parking lot, driving for 8 hours and frantically hunting for a tripod, we arrived at the White Sands National Monument visitor center exactly 10 minutes before closing time. With fate watching over us, we were granted the
At 277 miles long, 18 miles wide and more than a mile deep, it's hard to fully appreciate the grandeur for which this monstrous canyon is named. During our 6-hour hike into its depths, we saw but a sliver of its grandiose. It's one thing to take a photograph of this beast, but it's whole different ball-game when you're descending into the cracks. For the record, I'd like to note
The funnest piles of rubble you will ever encounter, Arches National Park is like an art gallery you can climb on. Not only do these martian red rocks make for some extraordinary eye candy, but they're also laid out like a giant playground. Of course, we did probably break a few rules - quite possibly every single rule they've put in place - but like I've said before, rules are
Our road trip lasted for a grand total of 3,052 miles and 14 days. A somewhat spontaneous trip, our aim was simply to get to San Diego and back inside of two weeks, seeing as much as possible for as little $$ as possible along the way. We had a few dots on the map and lots of gaps in our "itinerary". In the end, this is what we accomplished:
A few weeks ago we got ourselves an address. When it came time to furnish the place, there was one thing we decided not to include. Ain’t no liquid crystal displays or cathode rays in our humble abode.
Since being back in America, we’ve rarely encountered a household without a time-vampire on display, front and center, robbing the room of conversation. Even in restaurants and bars, the presence of mounted
As seen in the tbt* Sometimes when I tell people I couchsurf, they think it’s a sport. When I tell them what Couchsurfing actually is, they think I’m a lunatic for doing it. In fact, according to the Couchsurfing website, there are more than 7 million other lunatics in more than 100,000 cities in every country in the world participating in the project, and that number is still growing.
It’s been three months since I came back to America. I’d like to think that I’ve nearly readjusted to the accents and the fat-tastic food. What I am still struggling to come to terms with is the fact that I am living in a country where travel dreams are trumped by the American dream.
I can see the eyeballs rolling back in the skulls of my very dearest friends. No worries,
Selling all of my possessions and booking a one-way ticket to a foreign country was a no-brainer. Re-investing in my professional future required a bit more convincing. Luckily, while I was hesitating, Alex was taking the plunge and pulling me in with him. Ready or not, I’m going to be a journalist!
When I left America with a one-way ticket to Indonesia, I had every intention of incorporating my career goals