You may have noticed I like to travel. I feel at home out in the world. It’s not always easy though and some trips are certainly better than others depending on logistics and conditions.
I spent last week in Death Valley, a combined trip of camping with friends and a photography workshop. It’s there I found one of the sweet spots of life… an amazing confluence of travel, people, and place that is indescribable. It was an experience that left me satisfied in having taken in as much as humanly possible but also aching for more. Maybe it’s the tension between those two opposing feelings that are the hallmark of a truly worthwhile journey. And maybe it’s ok not to be able to put words to an experience.
So in my failing of words I’d like to celebrate the people and places that make our lives richer for their part in shaping us and pushing us further.
Words are like nets – we hope they’ll cover what we mean, but we know they can’t possibly hold that much joy, or grief, or wonder. ~Jodi Picoult
My buddy Dave has a much better grasp of the language required to express groovy trips so I’ll hand the floor over to him… Feeling alive in Death Valley.