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Mountains are the coolest.\u00a0 Created by the most dramatic of geologic forces \u2013 the clashing of tectonic plates or the volcanic uprising of lava from the Earth\u2019s interior \u2013 mountains are perhaps Mother Nature\u2019s best geographic gift to the world.\u00a0 They are playgrounds for adventurers, landmarks for explorers, protectors from invaders, metaphors for the human […]<\/p>\n <\/div>\r\n <\/div>\r\n<\/div>
The bright, pulsating lights attract my eyes; the smell of moving, sweating bodies assails my nose; the air tastes like thick clouds of smoke until the crisp, fall breeze wipes it clean. But my senses struggle to distinguish between touch and sound, confused by noise so powerful it is a physical force, a collective heartbeat […]<\/p>\n <\/div>\r\n <\/div>\r\n<\/div>
When we\u2019re traveling, there are moments that don\u2019t seem real. Granted, most of the time I go along in my own world, disorganized thoughts drifting happily from the vapid to the existential and back again. But then I look up from the trail and everything stops. The world grows still and a part of me […]<\/p>\n <\/div>\r\n <\/div>\r\n<\/div>
It\u2019s past 8 o\u2019clock at night and the warm summer sun is just starting its lazy descent behind the serene mountains. Seemingly tangible rays of light are reflected on the surface of the crystal clear water of Rio Azul, flowing down from the mountains and sustaining the city of El Bolson far below. Fish dance […]<\/p>\n <\/div>\r\n <\/div>\r\n<\/div>
Michael: I think today was my favorite day in Japan. Taylor: Really?! Why? Michael: Because it wasn\u2019t so bad\u2026 not like the other days. …… My scarf blows in my face, obstructing my vision. It\u2019s too cold to take my hands out of my pockets so I just wait for the gust to die down. […]<\/p>\n <\/div>\r\n <\/div>\r\n<\/div>