In August I set out to road trip Utah and visit some of the big national parks out there. Utah has 5 beautiful and vastly different national parks. And I’m here to tell you what we did and what I’d do differently next time!
Name a country that A) you hear there are cheap flights to, B) you hear is really freaking awesome, and C) you bet you know at least one person who has been there. Are you thinking Iceland? Because I’m thinking Iceland. I'd say that Iceland is having a moment, but Iceland’s moment is so long, it is having an hour at least. I visited there in October and never wrote a single blog post about it.
But now, I bring you: my trip to Iceland and how you can most definitely make it happen too.
I’m going to be up front with you. I want this to be a totally interactive post. So it would mean so much to me if you’d reach out in any way you see fit. Keep on reading for, ya know, what you’re reaching out about! Before I get to begging asking you for what I want. Let me run through a few scenarios. Just see if you identify with any of them.
I’m sitting in my car in the parking lot of a Charlottesville coffee shop. I’m fueling up after a stretch of road back up the East coast of the US. But before I make my way back to Philadelphia, I am going to spend a couple of nights solo camping at Shenandoah National Park.
“Aren’t you supposed to do that with people? You know, the buddy system?"“Well I can’t keep waiting to do it with somebody - otherwise I’ll never do it!"
Remember how awesome my 12 trips in 12 months thing was? I feel like I, to this day, don’t shut up about it. Remember how jazzed I was about my 12 new outdoor activities in 12 months?
Well, as you can probably work out from the spoiler alert of a title…I failed. Already. And it’s March.
I’ve been having a hard time with some things. This includes, but is not limited to, writing about getting outside and travel with some meaning. With some purpose. I found myself saying, “Yeah, but why does it even matter?” I’ll throw a full disclosure in here to say I’ve been feeling like that about many of the things in my life. But this in particular was (read: is) feeling incredibly frustrating. Travel, and adventure travel at that, was the thing that pulled me through grad school. This blog as a creative outlet got me through some rough days. And why would such an important part of my life all of a sudden feel meaningless?
I think it might have had something to do with me and how I was choosing to travel.