This is perhaps the first time I don’t know what to say, or, better, I don’t want to say anything. This photo speaks volumes to me, and… Read more “Endlessly Free | 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.
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”
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”
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.
I finished my first-ever half marathon. Sitting on the ground, wrapped in a space sheet foil, walking anywhere — even to the bus that would take me… Read more “Saint Mary Falls | Glacier National Park”
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 the evening, as I was trying to confirm the location of our planned camping spot, a white van drove past us. Then, as I was driving… Read more “Cannon Beach”
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.