Travel Journal
From the trail, we spotted three dark spheres through the trees. Three dark pearls of warmth amid a winter wonderland, each framed by fresh snow. We stripped down to our swimsuits and piled our clothes together near the trail. Shivering, we walked barefoot down to the springs.
Read MoreIt's 7pm and I'm in the window seat of a small plane, taxiing toward the runway. The sun is falling from the sky, and golden light is spilling onto the wing. The landscape blurs as we pick up speed, and I feel the wheels lift. We're flying. To Atlanta. Then Paris. Then Cairo, Egypt. A new country, a new continent. A new home. Sort of.
Read MoreI stood on the beach today at sunset. Watching people balance cameras while wearing knit hats and flannel shirts – teetering out onto massive logs, silhouetted together against a crimson sky. I saw the same scene I had seen five years before. The same rock formations in the distance, the same haystacks and mossy green trails.
Read MoreVideo footage of our 240 mile trek through Yosemite National Park, Ansel Adams Wilderness, Sequoia National Park, King's Canyon National Park, and to the summit of Mount Whitney at 14,496 ft.
Read MoreI could hear the wind as it whipped through our small cluster of tents, and carried what it could from the rim down to the canyon floor.
Read MoreIt was the first week of January, and the crowds were gone. I don’t know how cold it was, only that it was.
Read MoreChocolate chip cookies for breakfast and two mugs of Albert Dragon's famed cafe. It was the perfect way to start a Friday.
Read MoreWhen I was in the third grade, I wrote a letter to a school pen pal in Rhode Island. She never wrote back. Rhode Island and I have been on the rocks ever since.
Read MoreOne of the things I love about travel is the unexpected. The abrupt. The random. The sudden realization that your connecting flight just left the mainland U.S.A. and you weren't on it.
Read MoreFilm footage of my random one day stopover in L.A. with Rumi Neely.
Read MoreFilm footage of three weeks on Oahu, Hawaii.
Read MoreAfter a four year hiatus, I'm finally back in the place I'll always call home. Home is a funny concept, and by all rights, I have no right to call Hawaii home. I lived here for just four years while attending university, but it is the one place I have the most and best memories.
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