I didn’t love Cuba. I didn’t hate it either. Looking back at my time in Cuba, some memories shine brighter than others. Here are a few of them. Not all are pleasant, but they are all definitely memorable.
Wyoming’s Wind River Range is one of my favorite discoveries during our year-long climbing road trip. I can spend a whole summer here. I can keep coming back year after year. Our destination on this trip is Freemont Peak.
Huayhuash Trek is a 10-day trek in Huayhuash mountain range in Peru. It’s one of the most underrated treks and still one of our favorites up to this day. Its length and difficulty makes this trail relatively less crowded but the scenery is BIG.
Before we came to Wyoming, I’d never heard of the Cirque of Towers. Or the Wind River. I hope to return to this place again and again in the future.
In general, I’ve been pretty lucky in all of my travels *knock on wood*. I’d never gotten sick. I’ve only been robbed once. But every now and then I encounter a string of bad lucks in one particular place that I can’t help but think that, ‘Man, this place just does NOT like me.’
The Via Ferrata in Telluride is just another reason to come visit the Southwest part of Colorado (I think it’s the most gorgeous part of the state.) It’s the most fun you can have scaling a rock wall while safely attached to a cable.
Living in our converted Sprinter van we found our temporary home in the wilderness around Sedona.
Carizzo Plain was an impromptu detour on our way from California to Arizona. This National Monument is located 100 miles north of Los Angeles and had a feeling of being in the middle of nowhere (because it is). We were hoping that we’d be there in time to see the wildflowers.
Where else would you go climbing in the middle of winter in California?
Little known outside climbing community and Oregonians, Smith Rock State Park in Western Oregon had the kind of sceneries that leave you bug-eyed and slack-jawed.
After spending some time in Savannah, I couldn’t come up with a better word to describe the city other than ‘romantic’. In fact, I think Savannah might be one of the most romantic cities I’ve ever set foot in.
Who makes the floats? Who pays for them? What’s the deal with the masks? Those are the questions I’d never asked myself. Having a big aversion to rowdy and drunken crowd, Mardi Gras is not high on the list of things I’d like to do.