In place of skiing in the mountains we choose a day of psychedelic art; and rather than going to a mall to buy Christmas presents we got tattoos.
Sedona, Arizona is known as many things. A natural paradise with telltale red rock formations; an outdoor recreation hub laden with hundreds of miles of hiking and biking trails; a town known for its southwestern art markets; and finally, it is where spiritual energy has made a home in ethereal landmarks called vortexes.
With so many people travelling to experience the natural marvels of the world, the great question looms, how can we keep these marvels as they are for future generations? In the US we have the National Park Service (NPS), which I focus on here, and programs like Leave No Trace to help preserve these sights, but what really does it take for us to be the best stewards of our environment?
One take away was the great wonder and mystery of the cliff dwellings at Mesa Verde and the community living site at Chimney Rock. Another take away, which I have struggled with, is the critique on how our modern society has attempted to retell the story of this ancient civilization.
You don’t know what you don’t know. We have lived in Colorado our entire lives and neither of us had visited the sand dunes. Now having been, it feels comparable to as if we had never skied or seen a concert at Red Rocks. It should be something you do when you live in Colorado.
The morning after our night in Akranes was foggy, a night after too much wine foggy. Despite the late night, we decided to get an early-ish start to our trip to the Snaefellsnes Penisula, in western Iceland.