Oh, Shenandoah I Long to See You

It is a goal of mine to visit as many national parks as I can (in addition to every state, country...it's a long list of To Dos). This fall I was able to check off one that has been looming, well within reach, since I moved to the East Coast. Unable to excuse this grievous oversight any longer, some friends and I made our way down to the Shenandoah National Park for a camping and hiking adventure.

I won't clutter this post up with attempts at cataloguing all we said and did. Instead, I'll let the pictures speak for themselves. Please enjoy, some snapshots of the Shenandoah.

Oh, and you can be sure I was singing Oh, Shenandoah the whole time in my head. Hope you do too.

 

What a Colorful World! - Color Run 2013

Another year, another Color Run. This time, in Baltimore, Maryland.

And it was under threatening cloudy skies that we ran for our color on May 11^th.

After threading through the National Harbor on a beautifully sunny day last year, it was hard not to feel at least a little disappointed looking at the weather forecast in the days leading up to the race. How would the colored powder hold up to the rain? Clearly our only fate was to emerge from the course as caked, mud colored, powder monsters.

The morning of the 5K arrived and there was no rain. We climbed into the car armed with coffee and many towels to clean the pending mess and there was no rain. We arrived, drove in circles till we found the parking lot. and there was no rain.

Waiting, corralled in a stretch of open asphalt with an extremely flexible and enthusiastic Zumba instructor, and there was no rain.

Every K that passed brought another layer of color, and wonderfully, still, there was no rain. Not until the finish line came into view did the first drops fall. Light and scattered. Polka-dotting our skin and turning each one of us into a work of splatter paint.



This made the race-end "mosh pit" celebration party even more fun. Every color packet thrown became a mix of powder, paste, and paint on every fold of clothing and patch of skin. And also, made for some great photos. Coughing through a haze of cornstarch, it was a technicolor world.

(And also a great place to snap a few engagement photos for our partners in crime!)

Turns out in the end, the rain brought its own brand of fun. I suppose any good cliché movie ending could have told me that. Each drop adding to the texture of color from another wonderful experience with some great friends.

A Valentine's Day Concert

It has been ages since I've been to a concert. And even longer still since I've stood on the floor at a concert.

But the experience is just as I remember it. Jumping and cramped, and filled with the flailing arms and screaming fans. No, not a Bieber concert, a Mumford and Sons concert and the first concert they had given since winning Best Album at the Grammys. And one that I would go back to again in a heartbeat.

It was a huge accomplishment to be celebrated, and they celebrated for all it was worth.

With an enthusiasm and passion often lacking from big touring productions, each member of the band left their musical heart and soul on that stage. From Babel to The Cave, is was a spectical of light, sound, and an experience I'll not soon forget.

Above that, as one who dabbles in singing myself, to see the love they had for their music, their fans, and each other really was inspiring. Here is a group that has done and will continue to do great things. I can only wish them the best....and for maybe another set of tickets.

Paradise Island

Who doesn’t love a tropical island paradise? Long, white sand beaches. The sound of the waves. Big, fluffy clouds.

My previous trip to this beach seemed like ages ago. The sand was just as hot, the sky just as beautiful, and the water just as cool. My senses told me I knew this place, by my mind was slow to remember. Like waking from a dream, 8 years is a long time from which to pull memories back.

Standing there, in what could modestly be called a paradise, was a perfect moment. Memories of my sisters from last time, present company of screeching cousins being chased by waves this time, and the beautiful backdrop to the start of another wonderful evening.

I think one of the best things about the Bahamas, and countless songs agree, is the ability to forget everything beyond the horizon. Money, gadgets, fancy clothes all are nothing to bare feet, wild windblown hair, and not a dime in your pocket.  For once to be satisfied to overflowing with what is directly in front of you. Watching the absolute joy of a 6 and 9 year old run from the waves.

On the Road From Vegas to Cali

In the Midwest, there are no mountains. No really, it’s true. Flat prairie, and miles and miles of farm land connect one city to the next and are some of the most beautiful sights in the world to me. But that fact also means that when I do encounter mountains, I am awestruck.

The roadtrip between Las Vegas, Nevada and Palm Springs, California provide just such an experience.

Even with terrible traffic, terrible hangovers from the Vegas NYE celebrations the night before, and terribly cramped conditions for the 5 of us, I found a retreat in the glow of skyline.

Fused between the sunset and the mountains, was just that perfect sense of awe.