“Some beautiful paths can’t be discovered without getting lost.” ― Erol Ozan

 

Driving through the open spaces and arid landscape of Southern Utah, I was shocked to discover Dixie National Forest. Dozens of miles of gravel roads lead me through a wonderland of lush vegetation, expansive grassland, and Aspen trees flaunting golden leaves. I always thought that the Cambodian rice fields were the green-ist green I had ever seen, now I can add to the list with yellow Aspen leaves being the yellow-ist yellow. I couldn’t help but drool looking out the windows, stopping around every turn to admire the beauty. I strung up the hammock and watched the sunset over the rolling hills.

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Continuing through Utah, I visited Bryce Canyon, an iconic landscape famous for its many pillars or “hoodoos”. These red and white stripped formations seem tiny from the overview, but walking amongst them revealed their gargantuan size! The climb back up to the rim of the canyon from the canyon floor followed many tight switchbacks up a slim section between two hoodoos. The trails were incredibly well maintained and it’s impressive to think about how many hours went into building the trail systems in the National Parks. The Native Americans who once lived here believed that the hoodoos were created when there ancient people were behaving bad, so the coyote god turned them to stone!

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Next stop was Zion National Park. Incredibly textured canyon walls, as tall as can be, and a mile long drive through a tunnel along the canyon road. Following the recommendations of some travelers I met in Goblin’s Lair, I took the first shuttle in the morning to a famous hike known as Angels Landing. The bus dropped us off at 6:30 AM, still dark outside, I turned on my headlamp and followed the path under the stars, 2.5 miles and 1,400 feet of elevation gain. The canyon walls are so high that they appeared to blend into the starry night, as if they contained the universe. The trail climbed from the get go and had endless switchbacks for the first two miles. The last half mile however, is a five foot wide ridge with 1,000 foot drops on both sides, and a metal chain to hold onto! It was a blast and I arrived to the summit just before sunrise, around 7:20. This hike is so beautiful that during the day it becomes dangerously crowded and hikers wait in long lines at the chains to navigate around each other. I went up the mountain quick enough that I had the rare honor of the landing all to myself for a half hour before the next person arrived!

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I headed down to get off the sketchy stuff as more people were arriving and took in all the scenery that was shrouded in darkness on the way up. My next hike for the day was an area known as The Narrows. This is the upper end of Zion Canyon where the river has still carved walls thousands of feet high, but the base is only as wide as the river, yet shallow. So, for 16 miles, you can literally just hike up the knee-deep water through the towering canyon walls! The beauty and depth of this canyon were beyond comprehension, it was as if my eyes were deceiving me.

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My friends in Durango, CO had told me about a neat State Park in Southern Utah, called Coral Pink Sand Dunes. Not surprisingly, they are just that! Pinkish-orange sand dunes created from deteriorating Navajo sandstone. I hiked out to the largest of them, but with a storm blowing in, I quickly made haste back to the van. I giggled to myself from the warmth of my bed as it rained cats and dogs and people ran off the dunes, soaking wet!

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Entering back into Northern Arizona I checked out the point of many photographs, Horseshoe Bend. Here, the Colorado River has eroded a nearly complete loop into the valley floor. The blue water and red rock make for quite a site.

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Nearby Horseshoe Bend, I wanted to check out a slot canyon. I could only go a quarter of a mile before hitting a section that would have required ropes and had to turn around. One notable point was a bridge, high above the canyon, and below it was a rusted car, crumpled up in the slot canyon below. I’d like to know the story behind that mishap!

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North of the Grand Canyon, along the Colorado River, resides one of the last places to cross this great chasm. An area known as Marble Canyon was the site of an engineering marvel, the 600+ feet long, Navajo Bridge, 467 feet above the river.

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The very bridge that I would soon jump off of, attached to a bungee cord! The jump was scheduled for night-time, during a full moon, partially because the air is calmer at night, and partially because the bridge has “No Jumping” signs posted.

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I pulled up at dusk, walked the bridge, and my hands were sweating already. The bungee master, Chris, arrived, then briefed us, before we helped him haul gear out to the center of the bridge. The process sounded simple enough, Chris strapped a huge rubber band to your ankles, you climbed the railing, standing on the brink of the void, then just jump! Afterward, a rope was lowered down, you clipped your harness to the rope, then the other jumpers pulled you up like a team of mules!

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My nerves were pounding as we hauled up the jumper before me…I emptied my pockets, ditched my shoes, shirt, and hat…Chris clamped my ankles and game me the run down one final time…I took two hands and stood surprisingly calm on the five-inch wide railing…I looked out at the distant peaks, bathed in moonlight…Chris counted loudly, “3, 2, 1”…then I leapt, swan dive straight out…I don’t remember much after that point, it was all disorienting in the dark of midnight…but I fell, and fell, and fell…an odd feeling, but the mind had shut down beyond the point of being scared…catch…fling back upwards at 100 miles per hour…then I found myself above the cord and falling again back into the black depths beyond…a few more bounces and I settled, blood rushing to my head…the rope came down…I was seated upright for the ride up and got epic views of the canyon…pushed away from the metal structure of the bridge…and hopped the railing back to concrete underfoot. That was an experience I’ve long wanted, and it lived up to the wait. Great camaraderie with the other jumpers, it was the first time for all 12 of us, one man even jumped twice for his 60th birthday!

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I slept in the woods just above the North Rim of the Grand Canyon, staged to hike to the bottom the following day. I slept snuggly in my winter sleeping bag, but when I woke up in the morning, my thermometer registered 27 degrees. I assembled my pack and hiked down the North Kaibab Trail, descending into the Grand Canyon around 8:30 AM, still in full armaments of clothing due to the cold.

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The trail immediately started with switchbacks and offered nice views of the side canyon it followed. It only took about 20 minutes until I shed all my layers and wished I had more to take off! After a substantial descent, the trail hit water, Bright Angel Creek, and would follow it all the way to the Colorado River, for a total of 14 miles and 5740 feet of elevation drop on the day.

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I hung out with a two foot Grand Canyon Rattlesnake in Cottonwood Campground, and another hiker recommended I take the quarter-mile side trail to Ribbon Falls.

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The Falls were immaculate, the most unique waterfall I’ve ever laid eyes upon. A small stream of water spouting from a sandstone shelf over a cavernous area, then landing on a massive, cone-shaped, stalagmite formation, carpeted in vibrant green moss. When the water hit the stalagmite, it pooled on top, and actually flowed out the back towards the cave, then looped down to the left side of the stalagmite through lush vegetation and created a crystal clear reflection pool on the canyon floor. An outstanding oasis of vegetation and beauty in this rocky, arid environment.

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I loved seeing the bright purple fruits of the prickly pear cactus and got the notion to taste one. Behind the skin was the most decadent pink flesh, sweet and juicy, it reminded me of pink dragon fruit, but then I had dozens of micro splinters in my fingertips for the next hour…worth it!

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When I finally reached the campground, I discovered sandy sites, right along the river, and two thermometers, reading 102 degrees in the shade, and 120 degrees in the sun. Luckily the creek was icy cold, so everyone sat around in the water when body temperatures creeped up. In eight hours of hiking, the temperatures ranged from the dead of a Maryland Winter to the dead of a Maryland Summer!

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In the evening, a ranger gave an educational talk, then she took us for a scorpion hunt! The scorpions were brown and perfectly camouflaged, only about the size of a quarter. The ranger however, had a flashlight with a black light inside, which makes the scorpions glow neon yellow and very easy to spot in the dark! I slept without the rain fly on the tent that night, due to the high temperatures, but had to put it on in the middle of the night as a drizzle came in. I began my hike back out of the canyon at 6:00 AM, the first seven miles were gradual, and the drizzle and clouds provided a nice reprieve from the heat the day before. The second half of the hike climbed forever, this was the longest continual climb I think of my entire life so far, at nearly 6,000 feet. As the elevation increased, so did the rain. There was no point in wearing a rain jacket, since I sweat just as much inside of it while climbing. It wasn’t a problem until the last hour or so, I was drenched, completely soaked through from head to toe, in a steady rain, and the temperatures dropped to 50 degrees at the rim. I kept moving strong, creating lots of body heat, with thoughts of the van in mind! The last 1.5 miles of the trail were atrocious, loose slimy mud, every inch covered in donkey poop and pee and it all slopped together and ran down the trail like some stinky diarrhea water slide with diarrhea waterfalls trickling down the switchbacks at your side. The van was a welcomed site, both of my thumbs had gone to pins and needles. I got inside the cramped space, threw all my wet gear on the floor, got naked and toweled off, then put on some dry clothes. I tucked myself into the winter sleeping bag and ate everything in site: two tortillas with peanut butter, an apple, a banana, fruit snacks, cheese-its, sun chips, nutrigrain bars, and peanuts…I was ravenous! Still freezing, I fully zipped the sleeping bag and ended up falling asleep, waking up an hour or two later feeling like a human being again!

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The next day, I drove around to the South Rim of the Grand Canyon to fight the crowds and see the big views of the canyon below. The canyon was still filled with fog from the rain the day before, but offered a neat view. I hung out in the nearby forest, hung my wet gear from the trees and let things air out to dry. I revisited the canyon rim for sunset and saw it just barely pop through once or twice to wish us goodnight.

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My next plan was to climb Mount Humphreys, the highest point in Arizona, but a rainy day had me wait out the day at the library in Flagstaff, AZ. The following morning, I began my ascent! The soil was still frozen solid from the night before and much of the trail surface has fascinating ice “flowers” about ½ inch tall. The five mile trail climbed several thousand feet over two hours, mostly in pines and aspens, until it popped above tree line for the final ¾ mile along a rocky ridge. The wind was whipping fiercely across the exposed rocks and my water froze in the tube of my camelbak. I had to hold the edge of my rain hood to keep the wind off my face. There were two men, around my age, at the summit, Issac and Abraham. We huddled together behind a pile of rocks as a windblock, and took a few pictures of the beauty surrounding us. After a few minutes, it was too cold to linger. We sped walked the exposed ridge back to the treeline were the forest protected us from the piercing winds for the descent.

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A three-hour drive South, brought me into Phoenix, AZ to meet back up with Maddie and Nathan, as well as Uncle Bryan, Aunt Lindy, and cousin Piper! We went for a sunset hike on South Mountain before bed. On Saturday, we ate lots of delicious food and, more importantly, we celebrated Maddie’s white coat ceremony as she proceeds through medical school. Piper even got to experience her first trip to a rock climbing gym and claims to have climbed even higher than Maddie! The following day, Maddie, Nathan, the dogs, and I drove out to an area called Atlantis for some real rock climbing. Neat climbing, much higher and harder than in the gym! Their friends had a very unique looking dog, Blue, that, despite his gentle demeanor, looked like a super-villan!

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Heading out of Phoenix, I paid a visit to Biosphere 2, a massive, enclosed, bio dome where people once lived inside for two years straight to simulate and research possible colonization of another planet! I randomly arrived on the 25th anniversary of the day they began the first mission!

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The last stop in Arizona was Saguaro National Park, home of the stereotypical cactus from the cartoons. A very neat hike through this desert climate, densely packed full of many cactus and shrub varieties. At night I had the most picturesque sunset down a lazy dirt road.

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Entering into New Mexico, the next destination was White Sands National Monument. Just like the name alludes, the area was rolling sand dunes of pure white gypsum in every direction. The sand was still damp and cool from the morning rain and felt fantastic on the feet. Perfectly still and quiet out there in the middle of this expanse.

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Carlsbad Cavern was my second stop in New Mexico. A large cave with massive rooms, miles of tunnels, and over 800 feet deep underground! The formations were equally as impressive, giant pillars, drippy walls, wavy curtains, and many different colors. The entire cave had a path built through it and dimly lit walls. There was even a fully functional tile bathroom, gift shop, and restaurant hundreds of feet down in the cave!

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Heading South from New Mexico, I crossed into the great spaces of Texas, first to Guadalupe Mountains National Park. The mountains were dotted with green and brown, edge by tall, proud cliffs. I climbed 3,000 feet over four miles to the summit of Guadalupe Mountain, the highest point in Texas! The summit was marked by a metal pyramid dedicated to American Airlines and the old western postal route, when it was done by horses. A certain type of birds at the summit were flying at incredible speeds, when they passed close by or turned sharply, you could hear the wind tear below their wings. Texas had some of the best sunsets over the lowland scrub and stoic green mountains. Brilliant orange, deep purples, hazy blues, pinks, whites, and blacks, like an artist using every color on his pallet!

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A few hundred miles along a road named The Texas Mountain Trail, took me to Big Bend National Park. Along the road I witnessed a pack of five javilinas, giant rodents which look like bristly-haired gray pigs, some antelope, a coyote, and two black bears in the park!

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Some neat mountains in the park, but the highlight for me was going down to the Rio Grande River and looking across to Mexico on the other side! I even skipped a rock all the way across from the USA to Mexico!

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After passing through an immigration checkpoint and getting my van sniffed by a police dog, it was 500 miles from Big Bend to Austin, Texas, a long beautiful drive. In Austin, I met up with a Peace Corps friend, Sally. She showed me around some of the best taco and BBQ joints, took me swimming, and even watched bats fly out of a bridge downtown, while the sun set over the Colorado River! A wonderful day spent catching up with a wonderful woman! The next morning, Sally and I met an old friend of mine, Ross, and his friend, Josh, for brunch. After eating, Ross, Josh, and I went stand up paddleboarding (SUP) down the river and could even hear the music from the Austin City Limits music festival.

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From Austin, I drove 350 miles North, to the small town of Elgin, Oklahoma, when a college friend now resides, Samit. I got to meet his new wife, Megan, and their dogs, Mackenzie, Lola, and Gizmo! Gizmo’s tongue is too long for his mouth, making him the most adorable dog ever! Megan cooked up delicious buffalo tacos for dinner, sumptuous! Samit and I drove out to Mount Scott for big views of the Wasatch Mountains and spotted some wild long-horn cows!

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Further to the North, I visited Great Salt Plains State Park. A huge salt lake and salt flat next to each other. Driving out on the salt flat seemed like another world, white and flat as far as the eye could see. A portion of the salt flats was open to digging up beautiful crystals of salt and gypsum with a brown hourglass shape in them from the mud, known as selenite, this is the Oklahoma state crystal! Leaving the salt flats, I parked along a dirt road in a farmer’s field for the night. Around 2:00 AM, a storm blew in and the wind was so strong it was shaking my car to the point that I couldn’t fall back asleep. I drove into the nearby town of Jet where the buildings and trees seemed to stifle the wind enough to slumber once more.

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Five hundred miles to the East, I entered Little Rock, Arkansas, and visited the house of a great friend, Chris. Chris and I went for a hike up pinnacle Mountain for a view of Western Little Rock, then scrambled down a steeper side to a bushwhack through the woods.

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Chris showed me around Little Rock and we walked out “Big Dam Road”. When Chris’ wife, Libby, and the kids (Ethan and Elliot) arrived home, Ethan ran right up to me, very concerned, and asked, “What happened to your house?”, wondering why I was living in a van. The next morning, my alarm went off at 6:40 AM, and I got dressed for school. That’s right, school! Libby is a career development teacher at the local middle school and invited me to come in and speak to her students about Peace Corps! The sessions ran an hour each and with a few good stories and pictures, those kids ate it up! They had great questions and it was a pleasure to share that experience with them. I think their favorite part was ewww-ing at the list of bizarre foods I had eaten. Mid-day, Chris picked me up from school and we went into the old town of Hot Springs, Arkansas to see the famous old bath houses, hotels, and gangster activity from the days of old. It was an absolute pleasure to visit this family and to soak in the good, old-fashioned, Southern hospitality!

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From Little Rock, my plan was to haul 1,100 miles, all they way down to my grandfather’s house in Florida, cutting through Louisiana, Mississippi, and Alabama. On the road, I looked for small things that could break up the drive, the first of which, I heard on the radio…the Mississippi State Fair! It was a fun night of watching people, pig races, games, a magician, and a classic car show. It was pretty cool, but I didn’t hear as many thick accents as I hopped to, and it didn’t seem much different from the Maryland State Fair. Sleeping in a hotel parking lot, I got woken up for the second time this summer by a cat climbing on the roof of my car!

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On the third day of driving, I arrived on the Gulf Coast of Florida to my grandfather’s house. I spent an entire week here, living it up in the retirement community, eating delicious home cooked meals, driving a golf cart around, working on the house, and playing lots of pickleball! His group of players get together every morning for a few hours of pickleball, and not to say that I was cocky about my abilities, but I was half their ages…they worked me up and down that court, little old ladies laughed in my face as they slammed shots over the net at me, it’s a humbling sport. Eventually, after enough days of practice, I got the hang of it and could hold my own. Around the house we worked on irrigation projects, put up hurricane shutters, planted a tree, fixed a gate, and installed a solar fan, Pop-pop and his dog, Bandit, always at my side. Out back, he had a star fruit tree with plenty of ripe fruit, I may have eaten my body weight in star fruit by the end of the week. The neighbors were so warm and friendly, each with a well-behaved lap dog and humorous banter. It was a wonderful week with wonderful company and a wonderful location, I was sad to leave!

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Further South, I visited the Everglades! It turns out that the National Park itself doesn’t have any hiking trails, but instead a beautiful canoe trail. I went out on a fan boat instead and got to see a few alligators. While I was so far South, I wanted to drive a bit of the Overseas Highway through the Florida Keys. Very beautiful sunset over the water, once it was dark I officially made my turn to head North back up the East Coast.

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Along the Atlantic Coast of Florida, I popped in to visit my cousin, Katherine, her husband, Joey, their kids, Aydin and Grady, and their dogs, Saul and Paisley. We played with the dogs and play-dough, watched football, and cracked up at Grady giving the best stink-eye. For dinner, Joey cooked up the best fish tacos I’ve ever eaten. The second day, we decided to take out the pontoon boat after work and school. We chugged 45 minutes up the intercostal waterway before spotting some dolphins. We idled around and they continued to surface all around us for a long while. Some rain came in from the East, but only for a few minutes, leaving us chilly, but revealing an incredible double rainbow to one side and a dramatic sunset on the other, with dolphins all around! A fantastic evening with family and nature!

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Further up the coast, I visited Aunt Janet and Uncle Steve in North Carolina. After a tour of their house, they took me to play pickleball! It was a good thing I had some practice down in Florida, their group were serious players! And some delicious BBQ didn’t hurt with the recovery effort either! The next day, we played more pickleball in the morning, then Aunt Janet and I went out on their inflatable kayak. We put in and paddled a half mile to the ocean, the tide was going out, so we moved quickly. Neither of us had ever paddled in the ocean before, so we aimed into the small waves and got a good soaking! Turning around, we through we could simply surf the waves back in, but when they pushed us from behind, it folded our kayak in half and we became swamped! Luckily, the water was only waist deep, so we simply walked it to the shore, drained it, then left it on the beach while we played in the waves for half an hour! Paddling back to the car was tough against the current, and before long we realized that the tide had dropped too much, so we walked back to the car, pulling the boat behind us in the shallows. On day three, more pickleball, what a blast! Afterward, Aunt Janet invited me on a bike ride around the neighborhood with her neighbor. They certainly are having a fun life in retirement!

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From Aunt Janet’s house, it was only a short jaunt to Uncle Bryan’s house to visit with him, Aunt Lindy, Jarrett, and Piper. In the evening, we walked along the boardwalk for dinner and feasted on delectable ice cream.

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Afterward, Piper taught me how to play Barbie dolls for an hour, my favorite rule was that you couldn’t kill anyone, until she eventually decided to lift the rule and kill my dolls!

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The following day, Uncle Bryan, Piper, and I took the jet-ski’s out for a few hours! Incredible fun. Piper liked to stop at the islands and play, so I just zipped around nearby and practiced 360’s and wave hopping. The jet-ski’s were very maneuverable, agile, buoyant, and blinding fast, cruising along at 45-50 mph on the flat water!

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After lunch, Aunt Lindy, Piper and I went to a pumpkin patch for some decorating.

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Onward to Raleigh, NC, I met up with an old friend from my very first job at the Fallston Swim Club, Megan! We hadn’t seen each other in over a decade, but picked right back up, she’s got a great sense of humor, wit, and is easy to get along with! She cooked up a gourmet dish of Chicago Chicken (bai sach moen), complete with chocolate covered strawberries for desert! In the evening we visited a Halloween decorated house and she gave me a walking tour of downtown Raleigh, but we passed on the telepathic dancing. The following morning, we broke our fast with pumpkin spice cinnamon rolls, picnic style on the lawn. With her dog, Basil, in a hot dog costume, we drove to a pumpkin patch to score some pumpkins for the afternoon carving party in her neighborhood.

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Back at the house, the neighbors gathered, there was maybe 15 of us, and equally as many dogs, it was a blast! With Megan’s artistic sketch, I carved a landscape, while she painted a “Beware of Dog” with crossbones. My favorite pumpkin however, was the image of a check engine light in your car, the carver was correct in saying it’s a scary thing! In the evening we visited a fundraiser at a local brewery, cooked pumpkin seeds, and did yoga. The last day, was low key, she taught me to play the piano and we hung out at a cafe, with Basil still in her hot dog costume, and basked in the sun on the lawn on a chilly day! Thanks Megan for all the fun, puzzles, and jokes!

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Into Virginia, I sauntered up to Richmond to visit my dear friend, Kathy, her wife, Heather, their two daughters, Sylvia and Hadley, and their dog, Kazzie! It was wonderful to see the kids and how quickly they are growing up. Kathy and I went for a night run, and one night we even ordered cookies through a late night cookie delivery company, Red Eye…they delivered fresh baked cookies right to the front door at 10:00 PM!

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My final stop on this grand road trip was in Washington DC to visit some Peace Corps friends, Kelley, Roger, and Spencer. We played pin ball, board games, and Kelley dominated us in a hunting video game. Kelley and I twice went rock climbing at a new Earth Treks facility in DC, an absolute blast, and Kelley accomplished her hardest ever climb!

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On Friday, we took a three-hour Segway tour around the National Mall, that is some serious fun. After a minute of balance practice, it was like second nature and at every stoplight we would turn in circles and goof around!

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In the evening we carved pumpkins and watched videos of Bob Ross, the famous painter. On the last day, Kelley and I paid a visit to Arlington Cemetery to see JFK’s gravestone and the incredibly coordinated changing of the guard at the Tomb of the Unknown Soldier.

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From DC, it was a short drive to home sweet home in Northern Maryland, where I’m currently catching up with friends and family, completing this blog, and deciding where the wind will take me next! Thank you, from the bottom of my heart for following along on this blog, all the support and well wishes mean the world. And a special thanks to all of you who took me in along the journey, it was an incredible honor. See you when you see me!!!

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“In wisdom gathered over time I have found that every experience is a form of exploration.” ― Ansel Adams

Still in Phoenix, Arizona, Nathan and I took a day trip up to the red rocks of Sedona, AZ for a bit of hiking and rock scrambling. First, we climbed the friction holds up the Bell formation, and signed the book at the summit to become members of the “Top of the Bell Club”.

Nathan had overheard that the formation next door, Courthouse, had some ancient ruins on one of the shelf ledges, so we began our exploration. Our first route brought us to a high underhand, Nathan was able to get up, but he proved to be spiderman. I struggled, so he offered me a leg to hold onto. As I put my full weight into the climb, the sandstone rock I was standing on sheared from the wall and I fell a few feet, crumpling on my right side into a small shrub and some rubble.

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Thankfully, only a few scratches and lumps and a bit shaken up…a few feet away and it would have been a much longer fall! We continued up the formation, but I was slow to trust any holds after the fall, and rain clouds caused us to turn back a little over halfway up, but we did find a few old mud walls of Native American dwellings! We went to a Cambodian restaurant for dinner, feasted on authentic grub, and everything was right in the world.

My last day in Phoenix, AZ, I had the pleasure of meeting up with two friends from Peace Corps, Rachel and Mary. We all went out to dinner, caught up on fun times, then when we were looking for an adventure, did some night time geocaching and found five different ones!

The path out of Phoenix was to the North East, first stopping at Petrified Forest National Park. It was a little lack luster in my opinion. Petrified wood is neat, and the landscape was open hills, but compared to most other parks, this was not my cup of tea.

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Another 100 miles down the road and I pulled up at the Canyon de Chelly just in time to catch some of the sunset color on the forming rain clouds over the canyon walls.

I slept in a parking lot there and in the morning, hiked the only visitor trail down into the canyon. Most of the canyon is off limits to visitors because it is still Navajo land, dating back hundreds of years, and many Navajo peoples still live and work in and around the canyon. The trail took me to an ancient dwelling known as the White House, with many brick rooms built into the cliffs on two levels.

 

I spent all day using binoculars to peer into cliffs across the canyon and spotted tons of small ancient dwellings. Others still were massive 100+ room communities with three story buildings! The acoustics in the canyon were incredible, when a cow mooo-ed from the canyon floor, I mistook it for a thunder clap at the rim of the canyon! On a sad note, the US army came in the 1800’s and killed many Navajo, captured more, and drove them from their homeland. One particularly horrific scene occurred at an area known as Massacre Cave, where 115 Navajo hid high in a cliff cove and the army opened fire on them from the top of the rim, slaughtering all of them. A sad history about how much of our country was formed.

Approaching the Arizona/Utah border, the horizon came to live as Monument Valley came into view. Massive rock formations remaining from millions of years past, now stand out against the eroded landscape.

I was fortunate to drive through the area as the sun was on it’s way down and had magnificent lighting through the whole area. Speaking with some of the Navajo folks, who sold crafts in the parking lots, I felt like I was back in Cambodia, making light banter with locals.

A few miles from Monument Valley was a rock formation known as The Mexican Hat Rock, for obvious reasons when you see the pictures. Todd, from LA, mentioned that you can scramble all the way up to the rock at the top…the view and experience certainly were worth it. I even parked for the night at a gravel access road near the rock, all to myself, under cover of the hat!

My route took me within five miles of “The Four Corners”, where the states of Arizona, New Mexico, Colorado, and Utah all touch in one spot. It’s a rip off that they charge a small fee to look at the plaque, really nothing else to do at the spot, but I couldn’t resist standing there once in my life.

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Furthering my exploration of ancient dwellings, I entered Colorado and stopped at the world famous Mesa Verde National Park. Compared to the remains in Canyon de Chelly, these were mansions! I took a ranger guided tour of an area known as The Balcony House, and viewed many more from across the canyon walls. It is so fascinating to learn about the sophisticated culture and livelihood of the American Indians, who are frequently portrayed as savage, simple-minded, antagonists in American History.

I heard an absurd statistic during my travels: The annual budget for all the national parks is equal to what the military spends in seven hours.

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Driving along The Million Dollar Highway into the San Juan Mountains, the temperatures plummeted from the hundreds in Southern California and Arizona, to the 40’s in Colorado. Near the town of Ouray, CO, I turned the van up a steep gravel road for six miles of driving along sheer drops with no guard rails. My destination was the summit of the 14,150 foot Mount Sneffels! One section of the road went right through a cliff where they had busted out a shelf big enough for cars, like a tunnel with only one side. Eventually the road became too steep and wildly rutted to dare taking the red rover any further, I proceeded on foot.

I hiked about four miles up the gnarly road to the start of the trail where a sign mentioned it was another 1.2 miles and 1,500 feet of elevation to the top. The climb was no frills, straight up a loose rock scramble with some moist mud.

The going was slow at high elevation, and one chute near the top made me feel particularly unsafe, it would have been a very painful fall, but my hands and feet remained true all the way to the summit, only my second time breaking the 14er ceiling! The views were enormous, lots of clouds, but they stayed high, there wasn’t even the slightest breeze…complete calm, still, and quite, not what we often think of for a summit that high. What a reward to the hard work to get to the summit, the view and experience was worth every step.

On the descent, I took a different route around the steep chute and felt more confident. I took a little bonus side trail to check out an old mine shaft, then slogged the four miles down the old mining road to the van. No problems with altitude sickness until the last quarter mile when I ran back to the car to get the long descent over with. Even that little bit of extra effort caused a headache for the rest of the day. That’s when I realized that altitude sickness has the same symptoms as a bad hangover: stabbing headache, pain behind the eyes, and nausea…interesting!

The night after Mount Sneffels, I drove a bit further until dusk, then pulled over in a large parking area at the top of a mountain pass for a great sleep in the chilly air. THUMP, THUMP, THUMP, THUMP….THUMP, THUMP, THUMP, THUMP…on the side of my van…I woke up hurriedly and looked out the window…what was a quiet, deserted location last night, now had me surrounded by traffic cones, heavy machinery, and dozens of construction workers…THUMP, THUMP, THUMP, THUMP…I cracked the sliding door for the man knocking, still in my sleeping bag. “You’ve got to move, you’re in the middle of an asphalt project!” Off I went.

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Many miles of open meadow took me to my next destination, Great Sand Dunes National Park. Nestled in the corner of a mountain wall and vast meadow, these dunes were quite a peculiar site!

After getting a map, my goal was made: I would hike to, then sandboard down the highest sand dune in North America, Star Dune, 755 feet above the meadow floor. Sand boards are not made for use with shoes, and this was essentially just a huge beach, so I set off with bare feet. I quickly noticed that I was the only person on the dunes without shoes, and as I hiked up the first ridge I discovered why. The fine grit of the sand tore up the inside of my arch and pads of my toes, while the sand, which reaches 140 degrees at mid-day, burned blisters into the soles of my feet.

I’m stubborn though, and I had climbed too far up the initial ridge to turn around. I forged onward to what I believed to be Star Dune! As I looked around however, I realized that the neighboring dune was higher and had a few people on it. So up I trudged, over to that dune where a bunch of middle school students sat and I offered up my sandboard for them to try on a small slope. They were the most polite, friendly, outdoorsy, children I have ever met, and they were out on a school field trip before the academic year started. Two kids were even doing backflips off the slopes while the chaperons encouraged them.

I sat down and consulted the non-detailed park map and concluded that I was sitting on High Dune, and that Star Dune was another 1.5 miles into the distance to the West.

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I made the tough choice to backtrack an hour to the car, ate lunch, drank lots of water, and put on shoes and socks. It was hot, I was tired, and my legs were a bit weary from yesterdays hike up Mt. Sneffels, but when else would I get the shot at this dune? Onward and upward I battled through the loose slopes, sandboard always in hand, periodically stopping to empty buckets of sand out of my shoes. Nearly to the base of Star Dune, I heard the number one safety concern of the dunes…lightning. Oh crap, I wasn’t going to get this close and turn back…I ran where I could, then struggled up the steep, loose, final pitch, but I steadily claimed the summit!

After a few pictures, I knew I had to get off the dunes, so I strapped on the sandboard and had the ride of my life! I had hiked in from the East, but proceeded out to the South for the most direct route to lower elevation, but every time I heard thunder I realized how exposed I still was, surrounded by sand and meadow. Luckily the storm was blowing in very slowly, I fought the energy-sapping heat and sand back to the parking lot for over an hour. The first rain drops began as I opened my van door, home sweet home! I rewarded myself with a burrito at a nearby restaurant and watched the lightning and rain come down in force through the window, happy to not be out there, and thrilled to have accomplished the mission.

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I drove my way up through Eastern Colorado, stopping to see the unique rock fins at Garden of the Gods, then pulled into Rocky Mountain National Park that evening.

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I found a remote parking area with no signs and set up shop for the night. A few minutes after I turned off my light a car pulled up…car door opens and closes…flashlight approaching the van…THUMP, THUMP, THUMP…”Park Ranger”…I opened the door…”ID please, do you have any weapons I should be worried about? Any warrants or probations?”…The tensions quickly lowered as we had a short talk, he mentioned that there was no camping or overnight parking there, but opened a map and showed me an area outside the park that was acceptable to sleep for the night. His last words to me…”Great set up by the way!”

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When I first started this trip, I received word from an old lacrosse friend from high school, Ben. He’s been living in Aspen, Colorado for years and invited me to stop by when I was in the area. When I was headed that way, he invited me to climb another 14er with him and some friends the following day. I met up with Ben at the La Plata Peak trailhead at 6:30 AM and he introduced me to the group: Lacy, his girlfriend; Brutus, his mini golden doodle; Karen; Kate; and Bear, Kate’s dog.

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We began to climb the 4.5 mile trail with approximately 4,000 feet of elevation gain. It was a cold morning, in the 40’s, but quickly warmed up as we worked hard and the sun came out. After we got above tree line things were looking a bit dark and foggy above us, and the wind was blowing it quickly towards us. As we approached an exposed ridge the precipitation began…hail! It stung as the wind whipped it into us and we sought shelter under some nearby boulders for a few minutes. We had all our clothes on, but it was cold since we weren’t moving, so we hiked up to the crest of the ridge. Reports from others and our own observations weren’t great, after a few pictures, the decision was made to turn back. I guessed we were pretty close, although we couldn’t see the summit through the clouds, so I decided to keep going and see if things got better or worse. I questioned my decision for a few minutes as the wind blew the hail into my bare legs so hard it felt like sandpaper and I had to put my rain pants on. There was a slick quarter inch of snow on the slope and the wind and cold were getting quite frosty. After 20 minutes the precipitation let up, and after 35 minutes I summited La Plata Peak just in time for the clouds to blow out, revealing their spectacular view!

It was still cold and windy at the top, but was able to enjoy a few minutes before the exposure led me back down to a nicer climate. I met back up with Ben and Lacy in the afternoon for a warm shower, great food, and great conversation with a friend I hadn’t seen in 14 years!

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The tour of Colorado next wove out to The Black Canyon of the Gunnison National Park. A crazy canyon, half a mile deep and quarter mile wide, carved through ancient rock by a river over millions of years. The resulting cleft in the relatively smooth shrub-land was a striking contrast. Another example of how nature never ceases to astound.

I was fortunate to hear from another acquaintance, Nikki, near the town of Durango, CO. I drove The Million Dollar Highway for a second time, past Mt. Sneffels, completing a loop of Colorado. Nikki and I briefly met in Cambodia as friends of friends, and she even biked out to visit my village and help with my English class one day. She and her friend, Stina, already had plans for their two days off, but graciously invited me along for the fun!

The first evening, we drove out to an alpine lake for some camping, sunset views, fire side conversation and ate the best concoction that has ever past my lips…get this: s’mores, but instead of graham crackers, pumpkin bread!

As we finished up a late breakfast, two men from Texas came over, mentioned that they had caught more trout than they could eat that morning, and gave us three! Our plan for the day was to climb a Durango icon, Engineer Mountain.

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A few miles of climbing through the woods opened into a meadow with the massive peak in the middle and a rock glacier to the North. I jokingly suggested that the trail should go straight up a crazy steep ridge in front of us…then it actually did! Straight up the dirt until it became a loose rock and talus field.

Our crux was a 20 foot wall, completely exposed to a cliff face and 100’s of feet drop below. Instead, we went over the ridge to a, still very sketchy, steep slope of crumbled rock and tried not to look down as we slowly climbed above this section.

After that, the ridge was about five feet wide, loose rock flakes all the way to the steep summit. We ate snacks, Nikki pointed out nearby peaks, then it was back down the way we came.

Back at Stina’s house, Nikki fried up the morning trout for first dinner and it was T, A, S, T, Y, tasty! For second dinner, we met up with Nikki’s old co-worker and we realized that none of the four of us were smart phone users!

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Nikki works for an incredible zipline company, Soaring, in a remote location out in the San Juan National Forest. When she learned that the next day, they only had two guests on the schedule, she pulled some strings to get four of her friends in! I was lucky to be on that list! To get to Soaring, you ride a historic railroad into the middle of nowhere with epic views over the river.

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On the train, we met our two fellow comrades, Joe and Bette. As we pulled into the meadow, the soaring staff were all present to greet us and it was immediately prevalent that this was no ordinary zipline company, the level of hospitality the staff showed was top tier, extremely courteous, safe, and professional.

After some safety and nature briefing we hit the cables, through the trees, over the river, you name it. Tricks were allowed, so you can imagine we were upside down and spinning every chance we got!

We ate gourmet lunch on a suspended platform in the trees over the river and the staff still bent over backwards for lunch service. Nikki pointed out lots of wild edibles to eat and other things of biological importance. The final cable was over a quarter mile long and hit speeds over 40 miles per hour! It was sad to finish and I can’t say enough about the level of expertise and care that every single staff member showed us, and not just because one was my friend, this company was in a class of it’s own, seriously check them out if you are in Colorado, you won’t be disappointed!

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After ziplining, I drove out to Canyon of the Ancients National Monument in the evening and found the area Nikki had recommended, Sand Canyon, a small, empty, dirt parking area waaaay out in the middle of no where.

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I hiked 1.5 hours down into the canyon and saw a few pueblo ruins just as dark fell. Then, of course, a 1.5 hour hike back up the canyon in the dark, guided by headlight.

It’s freakier being out here alone than it is in Maryland, just thinking about the remoteness and the animals. I held onto two small sticks and banged them together every few seconds to alert animals to my presence, rather than them jumping out at the last second and me screaming bloody murder. I saw a pair of yellow eyes in a tree at a distance and started talking as I walked, trying to scare it away and talk bravery into myself. As I got closer to the trailhead, I heard a dog barking in the distance each time I clapped my sticks together. The closer I got, the louder he got, until I realized that the barking was coming from the trailhead! Great, I’m tired, freaked out at night, in the middle of no where, now I have to fend off some big dog to get to my van. As it turns out, that dog was in a car, someone was randomly there in the small, remote parking area at 9:30 PM. So much for my plans to sleep there…and I thought I was the sketchy one coming out of the woods alone that late!

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From Colorado, I drove into Southern Utah. The town of Moab is world renowned for its “slick rock” mountain biking. I rented a full suspension 29er from Poison Spider Bikes and got to work! The riding was a blast, completely different than anything I’ve ever ridden, riding on the contouring and rolling red and white sand stone.

Contrary to the name, the rock is not slick, but rather the most traction I have ever ridden on! Much of the trail rides over the surface of the exposed rock, the trail is simply marked by painted dashes directly on the rock. I rode for four hours through the formations, along cliff faces, through sand and over rock. Truly special riding.

I briefly stopped into Arches National Park to check out some of the famous landmarks.

Canyonlands National Park was an area that I hadn’t heard much information about, but was a fantastic area to explore. Heading towards the Pinnacle area I passed Newspaper Rock, the largest and most dense set of petroglyphs I have seen.

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I parked at the Elephant Hill trail head and hiked a four hour loop through The Pinnacles, nearby Druid Arch, then back along the valley floor. I had the trail to myself all day to explore the large pillars, the tight cracks, the deep caves, shelfs, table tops, reds, browns, whites, tans, it was sensational.

Deep in the canyonlands, I even learned to harness magical spells.

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Between the mountain bike ride and the canyonlands hike the hot temperatures had me sweating so much that a few millimeters of salt caked up on my shirt and backpack.

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Leaving Canyonlands, my next destination took me back through the town of Moab. Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed a billboard. I made a mental note of the phone number and gave them a call on a whim, not thinking that they would still be open at this point in the evening. As luck would have it, they answered, and I jumped out of an airplane within the hour!

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I had the honor of jumping tandem with Adam, a former marine who had taken a bullet through his jaw. After a little paperwork on the ground, five of us, including the pilot, crammed into a sardine can of a plane, watched the setting sun cast exotic shadows across the landscape for 20 minutes.

Then at 10,000 feet, we pooped the door and took the shortcut down!

Adam set me up with an altimeter, instructed me to pull the ripcord at 6,000 feet, then let me steer the parachute all the way down as we took in an epic sunset from an epic vantage point before landing in the soft dirt.

The staff of Skydive Moab were super friendly, professional, and experienced. The owner, Keith, was a great guy, he threw my pictures in for free, encouraged me to get certified some day, and recommended a great place to camp for the night. If you’re ever in Moab and feeling the adventure, jump with them, you won’t regret it!

I enjoy fiction and mythology, so when Ben, from Aspen, recommended that I check out Goblin Valley State Park, I was excited to check it out. What I discovered was even cool than I imagined! A huge valley of tiny spires of mud and sandstone, every shape and size imaginable!

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I hiked around amongst the goblins, climbed on formations, explored the small nooks, and had a blast.

I noticed a trail on the map to a location called “Goblin’s Lair” and had to scope it out. I envisioned a scoop out of the mud wall, but as climbed the rubble blocking the entrance, I was blown away at the chasm which lied beyond, an expanse the size of a king’s hall or grand ballroom! I climbed inside and marveled at the scope and splendor, several small holes in the roof provided ideal lighting.

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To my great surprise, there was a black climbing rope hanging down through the largest roof opening, then I heard two voices…a few minutes later, I jealously watched a couple rappel 90 feet into the Goblin’s Lair from above!