People keep asking me “What was your favorite part of your journey?” I can’t pinpoint a single experience as my ultimate favorite, but I can identify a few of my favorite things.
When I embarked on my journey, I wondered if I’d come back to this place, but coming home to Portland feels right to me, at least for now.
It’s when I’m in nature I feel closest to my own true essence. I feel alive and connected with the Universe. It’s my happy place.
At risk of sounding like a true travel blogger, I’m going to skim through the high points of our last 27 hours in Victoria because they were nothing short of delightful.
I was super excited to visit Banff National Park, but the time I spent there was almost all together disappointing.
As it turns out, Canada is a foreign country.
I knew I was coming on this journey to learn about myself, but I honestly had no idea how much other knowledge I’d gain.
‘Twas a blustery first couple of nights near Glacier…but I stayed in from the cold.
Today I braved my first “solo” hike in grizzly country and visited the little town of Libby, Montana to celebrate Gma’s moon…
Smokey the Bear fire prevention campaigns were lost on me as a kid. Out west, they’ve taken on new meaning.