Yosemite at night

Yosemite at night

It was a cold clear September night. I glanced down. The valley was ablaze with artificial lights. A full moon loomed above. I shook my head in dismay. I had travelled the whole country to be here, and the only night I would stand above famed Yosemite valley was lit as bright as day. How was I suppose to see the stars? (more…)

Necessity of nature

zion national park

“Man has created some lovely dwellings – some soul-stirring literature.

He has done much to alleviate physical pain.

But he has not…
created a substitute for a sunset,
a grove of pines,
the music of the winds,
the dank smell of the deep forest,
or the shy beauty of a wildflower.”

Harvey Broome, Naturalist (From a plaque in the Great Smoky Mountains National Park)

Picture: River in Zion National Park

Best hike ever: Angel’s Landing

Imagine climbing switchbacks for over an hour and coming to a clearing. Before you looms this: a steep incline with sheer drop-offs on either side. At its narrowest, only three feet of rock and a chain separate you from the bottom of the canyon. Make it to the top, and you are rewarded with an exhilarating view of the park.

Welcome to Angel’s Landing in Zion National Park, my best hike ever.

The wanderer

Musing at Bryce Canyon

I belong nowhere.
Not here nor there,
Not anywhere,
I belong nowhere.

I belong everywhere.
To the race of man,
To the earth and the stars,
I belong everywhere.

Such paradox seemed improper,
In restless youth my mind did wander,
To age-old queries of life and meaning,
Twas quite a journey of pain and glory.

No longer young yet not quite old,
I see the world with eyes anew,
I’ve ceased to struggle and to roam,
For where I lay my head is home.

Time remembers one time once

Yosemite Valley in Fall

Time like a river flows to the sea,
Carving rocks like a knife through brie,
Rushing quickly, drifting slowly,
Stopping for no one, least of all me.

Time is precious, a gift to treasure,
For no one knows of life’s true measure,
So chase your dreams as one who hunts,
For Time remembers one time once.

Picture: Yosemite Valley in late summer