Hola!

A handsome planet, a traveling family, some drop-dead gorgeous friends, a camera, and a love to write. I mix all those together to form this thing with a bunch of words and pictures you have found.

Welcome!

Two things I love taking pictures of:

Places I travel, whether that be walking two feet outside of my backyard or flying 12 hours to Moscow.
People I love, who all happen to be pretty beautiful inside and out.
A few other things I love (love, love, love; I need a thesaurus): savory crepes, To Do lists, grammar, Debussy, and sundresses.

Anyways, enjoy!

Snowmobiling Through Yellowstone

Yellowstone! What a magical place.

It may be my second favorite park right after Yosemite (post soon to come), but I must admit that Yosemite doesn’t have that same mystery about it, a sort of cryptic allure.

We went during the holiday-time while vacationing, skiing, and hot cocoa sipping in Wyoming out of all the places. A bus picked us up along with a little boy, his father, two elderly women, and an elderly man. What a party, right? It was way too early for my owl brain to even begin to function. We got to the station right at sunrise, and I realized…I’ve never seen one before. Maybe it was the crispy cold air, but my cheeks turned red as I realized how pitiful it is that I lay in bed everyday dozing off last Friday night while this beauty happens everyday. I shake it off–not every sunrise has soft white mountains and a lonely lamppost in its scenic foreground.

The tour guide gave us giant helmets, giant boots, and, worst of all, giant jumpsuits. Everyone looks about as fashionable as a swamp-farmer. However, once we got our snowmobiles (which, by the way, we had to do by taking anotherstop on the car), I am very thankful for my attire, because we are facing 50mph winds in the dead of a Wyoming winter and I could not be cozier.

The Bison herds, the steaming sulfur caldrons, and the piles of untouched snow (one of my brothers actually face-planted into 7 feet of snow) created a quiet, frozen land that we seemed to be intruding upon with our roaring snowmobiles. But no snow mobile mewing could ever compare to the roar of Old Faithful–the most famous geyser in Yellowstone. I didn’t get a good shot because of the cloudy day in the background, but I can attest to the fact that Old Faithful can live up to its glory.

Now if I could only visit during the Summer!