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All I want to do is travel! I want to remember what I've learned, who I've met, and where I've gone. Which the more and more I do the less and less I can. So I want to capture the memories here, so others can see what is out there, learn how to better prepare by avoiding my mistakes and probably get a laugh out of the situations I throw myself into. I'll have to back track to begin, and dig up my old photographs before they're lost in the vast empty hole of Facebook. Where only the bravest journey back in fear of seeing an ex or a past pet. So I'm starting with the place that stole my heart.
Where I lived for three months, in the Rocky Mountain National Park, in a little cabin with five other girls. I was 19 and I had only ever left home for a week before this. As soon as I got up 10,000 feet I couldn't breathe without pain for a few days, I was scared and did not know anyone. I was out of shape and the elevation was getting to me and I'm not going to lie I called my mom the first day considering flying right back home. However, I stayed and it was the most amazing summer of my life. It was like something out of a movie, half the things I write about it I delete and try to rewrite so they don't sound so corny. So for my first story/ stream of conscious/ journaling I'll take you to that place, that always smells of pine needles and dirt, and every breathe breaks you or heals you, or both. Prepare yourself for hiking, free climbing, bears, and camp fires.
After this story I'll either be reliving through type my recent trip to Costa Rica to work with sea turtles, or my first and second trip to the Bahamas, to photograph and learn about the culture.
Where I lived for three months, in the Rocky Mountain National Park, in a little cabin with five other girls. I was 19 and I had only ever left home for a week before this. As soon as I got up 10,000 feet I couldn't breathe without pain for a few days, I was scared and did not know anyone. I was out of shape and the elevation was getting to me and I'm not going to lie I called my mom the first day considering flying right back home. However, I stayed and it was the most amazing summer of my life. It was like something out of a movie, half the things I write about it I delete and try to rewrite so they don't sound so corny. So for my first story/ stream of conscious/ journaling I'll take you to that place, that always smells of pine needles and dirt, and every breathe breaks you or heals you, or both. Prepare yourself for hiking, free climbing, bears, and camp fires.
After this story I'll either be reliving through type my recent trip to Costa Rica to work with sea turtles, or my first and second trip to the Bahamas, to photograph and learn about the culture.