When I talk to my friends, family, or mentors, they all can tell that I’ve had it with the United States. Heck, I know I’ve had it… Read more “Why Am I Still Staying in the USA?”
Author: Pina Marek
Dreamer.
Cross Country; A 3,700-Mile Run to Explore Unseen America | Book Recommendation
Rickey Gates One of the best adventure books I’ve ever read. In 2017, Gates ran 3,700 miles across the United States of America from South Carolina to… Read more “Cross Country; A 3,700-Mile Run to Explore Unseen America | Book Recommendation”
Sadness And Fear Do Strange Things to Us
Sadness does strange things to you. It makes you forget your goals, your wishes, your desires. It makes you want to go back to the place you… Read more “Sadness And Fear Do Strange Things to Us”
Wild Goose Island | One Photo
Wild Goose Island was a part of the Glacier Half Trifecta. It was the easiest sot to get to, having required only driving. It’s one of those… Read more “Wild Goose Island | One Photo”
Why East Glacier Felt Like Home
When I arrived to East Glacier, there was this immediate feeling of home-ness. It took me a little by surprise, because as much as I’ve been wanting… Read more “Why East Glacier Felt Like Home”
A Random Day in the Life of Point Reyes | Video
I put this short video together while Point Reyes National Seashore is ravaged by the Woodward Fire. Let’s consider it a ind of a get-well-soon card to this place that have become my home.
I’ve spent what are now hundreds of hours volunteering as a trail patrol there, walking the very trails that are now covered in the ash of all the beautiful trees that offered me cover from rain and sun alike, and sung songs in the breeze coming from the ocean. My heart is heavy with sorrow; Woodward Valley Trail where this fire started was my very favourite trail and I’ve walked it more times than I can count.
If you can and want to donate to the Point Reyes Disaster Council, you can do so via the following post on Facebook.
Head In The Clouds | One Photo
I’ve been told to get my head out from the clouds so very many times that I probably wouldn’t be able to count it. I’ve been told it by my parents, grandparents, teachers, and even people I once considered friends. But the mountains taught me to keep my head in the clouds, to keep dreaming and reaching higher than anything else.
What happens in the mountains stays… with you for the rest of your life.
There are so very many things the mountains have taught and continue to teach me.
To stand tall and strong through every storm.
To let only the sun, wind, rain and snow paint wrinkles of age on my face.
To be wild and free, with my head in the clouds, while being the rock for those who might need one.
There is so very much more, and even more of that which cannot be put into words. And for that, I am and will be forever grateful to those most beautiful places in the world.
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A Cold Morning | Betsy in the Eastern Sierras
It’s cold in the Eastern Sierras in February. I think that’s something we can agree on. It’s also perhaps the best time of the year to visit.… Read more “A Cold Morning | Betsy in the Eastern Sierras”
Panoramas from East of the Sierras
In 2018, I took a friend of mine on a short trip to the Eastern Sierras. It was my first time spending an extended period of time… Read more “Panoramas from East of the Sierras”
Windy Wintry Eastern Sierras | One Photo
In the early spring of 2020, right before the world seems to have collapsed, I was in the Eastern Sierras, living out of an old Dodge. The Eastern Sierras is probably my favourite place on Earth, and that time, they were the most beautiful I’ve ever seen them, as if they knew I wouldn’t be able to visit for a long time to come, if ever.
On one evening, I was returning to where I slept in the car from Mammoth, and just as the sun disappeared beyond the Sierra peaks, the winds picked up and started to sweep the fresh dusting of snow off them. The play of light together with the airborne snow dust created the most beautiful moments. I stopped at the side of the road and sat on the roof of the old car, enthralled by the dance of elements up in the domain of birds.
And for a few moments, it felt as if I myself could fly up there.
Those feelings of absolute freedom and absolute beauty… they help me to keep moving when the going gets tough.
I can’t wait to be back in the Sierras — but for now, I can at least remember all the beautiul moments I experienced there, of which this is only one.
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