Beautiful Lake Powell - where the Desert land and the Colorado River become one beautiful creation. Such a majestic place, I had never been to a Desert before this trip to the US they are such stunning landscapes ✨
There’s something to be said about a sunset. When the air itself becomes saturated with color and everything is a little more exciting. And the magic is tangible as it dances on your skin.
I’m often caught up in whatever it is I’m caught up in around this hour. Days might go by before I realize I haven’t seen the sun rise or set. I’m lucky if I catch a glimpse from my car as I drive to and fro in my busy little life.
When you’re on the trail though, the sunset is the main event. Your entire day is planned with this moment in mind. And when the spectacle begins, everyone stops to watch.
And there is peace and the mind is at ease. And there’s an inevitable smile that grows on your face as the colors change and the air cools.
These are the precious moments that fill my heart until it’s nearly bursting into little bubbles (and it almost has 😳).
Hope your week is awesome as this view friends 🗻
I often stop here and take a moment to enjoy this view and reflect on how lucky I am to call this place home, and how grateful I am for all the incredible things that I've done with my life since moving here 🌄
Also, can I mention again how rad this @nfpdbrand collab pines shirt is... AND its possibly the softest long sleeve I've ever worn 😍
Since the cow is a sacred symbol of life that should be protected and revered here in India there are a lot more cow partys than puppy partys!! 🐮 🐶 Some of the free roamers know which houses to go to to get breakfast, lunch, and dinner. They are regulars. By now we are used to seeing them roam the side streets or slow traffic in the middle of a busy intersection, but, knock on wood, we haven’t stepped in any piles of cow poo yet 💩.
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That moody mountain weather. There’s only one other place that does it quite as well; Washington and Scotland are both my most favourite places in the world. How lucky am I to call both, home. We climbed a whole lot of vert that day for not one mountain view, and I‘m not even sorry. _______________________________________________________
This song of the waters is audible to every ear, but there is other music in these hills, by no means audible to all. To hear even a few notes of it you must first live here for a long time, and you must know the speech of hills and rivers. Then on a still night, when the campfire is low and the Pleiades have climbed over rimrocks, sit quietly and listen for a wolf to howl and think hard of everything you have seen and tried to understand. Then you may hear it – a vast pulsing harmony – its score inscribed on a thousand hills, its notes the lives and deaths of plants and animals, its rhythms spanning the seconds and the centuries.