A couple years ago, when I was still living in the Czech Republic and didn’t even suspect what my life would soon turn into, I was helping… Read more “The Most Beautiful Winter Day I’ve Ever Seen”
It was one magical morning in Point Reyes. As the sky got lighter and the morning fog started to rise, the birds sung the most beautiful songs and the world slowly woke up into another beautiful day…
In Washington state, there’s a place called Cape Flattery. To get to it, one has to drive on roads that look like if they didn’t go anywhere, and then hike a little ways down the coast.
It’s the land of the Makah Nation, and it’s one of the places filled with old wisdom and wonder.
When I was walking down to the cliffs, I was surrounded by the quiet hum of the old trees. Then, one of them simply captivated me – it was a tree broken and bent under the weight of years, but filled with wisdom and strength. I couldn’t explain it otherwise.
I spent more time with my hand pressed against its scarred bark, listening, than I did down by the coast watching the ocean. It was a very strange moment in which time felt like if it had a whole new dimension.
The tree has been there long before I was born, and will be there long after I die, and something about it just made me feel very… there’s really not a word that could describe it.
We spent the night nearby a river in a canyon deep below the mighty mountain. The ground was covered with moss so thick that using a sleeping… Read more “The Mount Rainier Gardens”
It was the first evening of the long trip. Only half an hour before, we descended the slopes of Mt Shasta back to camp, and I was feeling restless, fed by the mountain’s energy. Something hinted me to return to a turn in the road where we drove earlier that day, and I couldn’t but listen to the whisper.
Following it was more than worth it. When I reached that turn, the sun was just about to start its descent behind the mountain range to the west, and soon, the steep slopes of Black Butte were drowned in the most beautiful colours.
It was, hands down, one of the – or, probably THE – most beautiful sunset I’ve ever witnessed. The colors danced around the short but sharp peak and the air was buzzing with energy. I could feel it on my skin, and I could almost hear it, this hum, this crackle, and tunes of the song only the mountain with the choir of the sunset could sing.
We saw Mount Adams for quite some time from different places in Oregon before we finally got this grand view of the mountain during our hike up Mt Rainier. For the entirety of the trip, I wasn’t able to identify it and in the end, I found out its name only after I posted it on Instagram. Thank you random stranger for correcting me!
The mountain was our companion during the times of turmoil when my car broke down in the middle of nowhere in Oregon, and then as we made our way north to Washington. It was almost as saying goodbye to an old friend when we left Mt Rainier and with it the last views of Mount Adams, heading to Olympia.
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It might have looked like a good idea to hope for the Going-to-the-Sun road to open so that I could go on a hike to Hidden Lake… Read more “Hidden Lake | Glacier Half Trifecta”
We sailed north over the almost-empty freeways. Stopping at a dam and cooling off our feet and minds, we hopped back into the old car and continued… Read more “Mount Shasta And the Sense of Wonder”
Snow! Finally. Snow… SNOW! That was me last winter when we headed out to Lake Tahoe with my host family. We were to spend Christmas and New Year… Read more “Emigrant Trail | Lake Tahoe, CA”
This past summer, I discovered something. I discovered that I have a small obsession with one feature of mountain ranges that has been elusive to me –… Read more “Layers | Mt Shasta, CA”