the trip

you need to know something, ok?

and it's that i can sit here and punch away words that i think will give you just a hint of what it felt like to see the unimaginable places i saw. it truly brings me joy, simply to look back on this trip and recreate the moments for myself and others. but if you want the other 99.9% of this experience, you’ll just have to get out there and live it.

and when you do, you will hit literal and figurative bumps on the road when you step in to a place you’ve never been. and that’s ok. we did.

we spent a little more than we had planned when unplanned things arose. and that’s ok. to travel out west and camp without becoming a complete hobo -  what i can tell you is it isn’t free. but i think i had to step back and ask myself: is it about the price, or the worth? and how much would i pay to be able to see the world?

and so i am far less fearful of wasting money than wasting time.  

so i can’t promise you that you won’t get a flat tire or encounter a few critters or that the weather will be ideal or you’ll never make a wrong turn.  

but i can guarantee that you will be filled with such a profound sense of appreciation for the world you live in and the life you are blessed to live. and that is worth everything. 

i’m going to divide this trip in to three separate posts, ok? colorado, utah, and parks. 

because if i divide everything in to three, i feel like i’m rambling less (it may not feel that way to you, of course).

so with that, enjoy this little peek in to our days out west. i hope you’ll enjoy it to even the slightest fraction of how much we adored this piece of the fleeting summer. 

“a man could be a lover and defender of the wilderness without ever in his lifetime leaving the boundaries of asphalt, powerlines, and right-angled surfaces. We need wilderness whether or not we ever set foot in it. We need a refuge even though we may never need to set foot in it. we need the possibility of escape as surely as we need hope.”                                                                

-edward abbey, desert solitare