The green fields had disappeared and given way to browns and oranges, dust and rock. There was space, but also dimension. Jagged patterns zigzagged up cliffsides. Meandering washes ran in opposition to the horizontal power lines marching clear across the land; man trying to make order among chaotic wildness.
Covered in pinyon pine and juniper trees, speckled with prickly pear cacti and broad-leafed yucca, the vast stillness urged me to explore further.
We need to break these stereotypes and these barriers, and I think it’s primarily going to happen on a woman to woman basis.
Get outside, use those lungs, let your eyes wander. Be curious. Don't check your phone. I repeat: stay away from your phone. Seriously.
This was seriously scary business, and they let children do it?
While researching my trip to Glacier National Park, I noticed that most guide books also had information on Waterton Lakes National Park. What was this park, and why had I never heard of it?
Once you accept how things are, you can begin to work with them, instead of against them.