Washed in refreshing greens, the morning arrived. I greeted the morning with smiles and eyes full of gratitude. And then without wasting much of my time, I dressed up and rushed out of my room to relish every bit of the morning glory. I saw tendrils of mist were streaming over the Great Smoky Mountains afar under a cobalt sky. The moment aroused a whole orchestra of emotions in me. So I decided to spend some time contemplating with a cup of coffee at McKinley Edwards Inn in Bryson City, my refuge at the time.
When a piece of cloth is exposed to sunlight for many days, that cloth slowly loses its brightness and color. Likewise, when my mind remains exposed to modern city life, the whirlwind of traffic lights, and its cult of timebound to-do lists, it starts craving solitude, silence, and wilderness. During this moment I break free and decide to get lost amidst mother nature. Still, there remains an in-between time. I call it the transition time. The time which helps to bridge the gap between city life and wilderness. During my recent visit to the Great Smoky Mountains National Park, McKinley Edwards Inn in Bryson City proved to be an excellent refuge that helped me bridge the gap and relax. Here I present a memoir of moments in McKinley Edwards Inn in Bryson City! You can book your stay here.
As soon as I entered Rams Horn Village Resort, in Estes Park, Colorado, soothing greenery embraced my eyes. The moment I stepped out of my car, the autumn wind swept a fallen leaf just in front of my feet. I took that leaf in my hand and looked in front; I saw a bending road ahead adorned with leaves; some pale and some in deep colors. I saw an empty hammock swinging alone. Perhaps there was someone a few minutes ago. As I walked down the bending road and heard the crunching leaves below my feet, a quintessential autumn feeling washed over me. One needs to stay here to experience. Book your stay at Rams Horn Village Resort – an award-winning mountain cabin resort located at the entrance to spectacular Rocky Mountain National Park.
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As soon as I entered my room in Hofsas House, I stepped out into the balcony even before switching the lights on. A beautiful night, solemn silence and thousands of sparkling stars above greeted me. It was a string of joyful moments that filled life with aliveness; without rush and without engines. I loved how my weekend trip to the beautiful small city of Carmel on the Pacific coast of California had begun.
I often think that the night is more alive and more richly colored than the day. ~ Vincent van Gogh
It all started with a call. A simple and short phone call. The story goes like this;
I quickly dialed the number to convey and confirm that we will reach JD house which belongs to Blue Door Group, very late at night the next day. I got a warm reply from the other side – “Thank you for letting us know. You will get the keys as instructed in the email. But please be careful while driving at night”. I loved the care in her voice. I said, “I will, thank you”. The next day, we reached JD House at midnight. I called a number given to me. I again heard the same caring voice. She instructed me in detail and we went in.
It was a new dawn–a new beginning–a new experience–a new realization–and now a young memory. The silent dawn became a solemn teacher, which inspired me to aspire even in the caliginous hours, when I saw the rising star was breaking apart all the darkness slowly but steadily and making its way to shine bright. I witnessed one of the best sunrises of my life from Hualapai Ranch in Grand Canyon, Arizona, USA.
Recently I visited the Grand Canyon (West Rim) and spent a night at the Hualapai Ranch. Trapping the astonishing Grand Canyon in words is indeed a challenge and that’s why I decided to write about this exciting trip of mine in parts. I will start with the tale of an exciting night in Hualapai Ranch in Grand Canyon, Arizona USA. It was a romantic starry night amidst the vast barren landscape of the Ranch, which was akin to a desert.