After the rendezvous with Redwood trees in the Redwood National Park, California – the tallest trees on the earth, I feel I am still in a trance and am finding it difficult to return to my daily routine and digital devices. The solemn scene of majestic redwood trees and the pale sunbeams dulled by the fog is so pristine that rampant stimulations of materialistic modern life feel obnoxious.
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It is hard to wrap my journey from Las Vegas to Grand Canyon in just one sentence. My first visit from Las Vegas to Grand Canyon West was a few years back on a tour bus. My second trip which I took recently from Las Vegas to Grand Canyon South Rim was by car. Two different journeys and different experiences. Today I will reflect on my recent journey during which I stopped at several points along the way, some known and some unknown and in turn experienced this trip uniquely.
Before driving through the Blue Ridge Parkway in reality in my 30s, I drove through it in my dreams during my twenties! My dream was to drive miles after miles amidst unbound beauty and was not limited to any particular country. In reality, when I drove through the Blue Ridge Parkway, I felt exhilarated not because it is one of the most scenic routes in the USA but because the reality connected me to my long cradled dream. Eventually on the way, on many occasions, my thirty-something me met my twenty-something me.
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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My moments with General Sherman, the largest tree on earth is invaluable. I sat on one of the benches that surround this giant sequoia tree in the Giant Forest of Sequoia National Park in California and looked at it for some time. Strong, enduring and imperturbable, I whispered to myself while looking at it. Slowly my eyes followed the trunk of General Sherman upwards and ended up seeing a beautiful blue sky.
Me to General Sherman –
I am not as lucky as you. I don’t get to live under the open sky and under the sparkling stars at night. ~ Chirasree Banerjee
After seeing the Death Valley National Park, I named it a water-less wonder. The vast golden landscape is interesting not only to a geologist but has an appeal to a photographer, and an artist. A good photographer can perhaps capture the beautiful and brutal, dry and dangerous, hot and harsh landscape along with small remnants of life. An artist can reveal the presence of a strange silence in Death Valley like no one else. You and I are mere spectators of this vast wonder named Death Valley.
Some hundreds of years ago there lived a man in the rugged landscape of Utah – a place where survival for an extended period of time was difficult. He was an ordinary man who built a home for his family, a canal for his crops and his cows and a road to collect wood. He used to collect woods to keep them warm during the dark hours of the winter night. One day, he could not find his cow and went to search her. After a while, he not only found his cow but something ethereal. He was not prepared to see what he saw! Ebenezer Bryce unknowingly discovered today’s Bryce Canyon National Park that attracts thousands of tourists throughout the year.