The Great American Eclipse was witnessed by millions of people across the country. This was the first I had seen, so I was excited. This is my story.
Alright.. So I know everyone’s anxious for my Alaska posts, and I even had something else originally planned for this week, but with all the excitement of this life-changing event, I had to interject an extra story.
This is just a preview, as I’m still working on the photos, but I’ll have the rest next week. Follow my blog for all the latest!
Anticipation for the solar eclipse has been brewing for months, and “totality” invokes a very clear image in everyone’s minds. For any living in the States, it’s meant booking hotels and campsites for exorbitant amounts, scrambling to secure legitimate solar glasses when half those sold were recalled a week prior, and selecting the best viewing spots.
I enjoy skiing (another thing my dad taught me when I was little), but I have to admit: the slopes are much better in the Rockies than they are on Mount Hood. Colorado is dry, and sunny days are the norm. If you ever see precipitation on those mountains, it’s in the form of more snow upon which to careen down a run on planks of wood like all the other crazies in rainbow dreadlock beanie hats.
Therefore, the Cascades surprised me with rain, crust, slush, and ice. Snow here is wet, dense, and sticky. What an odd sensation to have the slope grip your skies like mud! Continue reading
Being a photographer, of course I had certain plans on my agenda when we went to Mesa Verde (and really throughout our trip). Wherever I go, I think about sunrise and sunset opportunities. Every location is different, and I love the beautiful golden hours. I try for sunrises and sunsets as early in my trip as possible so I have other chances if the first fall through, but sometimes, even that isn’t enough.