The start of this blog comes after being inspired to share my journey from my latest adventure. I have always been an explorer, I frequently travel. I have a loose definition of the word “travel.” I travel near and travel far. I try to travel at least once a week, but sometimes that gets hard to do and I have to cut it back to once a month. My travels can be hundreds or thousands of miles away, but they can also be 30 miles down my nearest freeway. I try not to limit myself or my definition of an adventure.
My most recent trip was something I never saw myself doing. I am a city girl. The bustle and noise brings me comfort. A world where I am never alone keeps me at peace. But recently I have been inspired to get away from it all…a little bit. I suddenly was hit with the urge to visit Yosemite.
While President’s Day weekend wasn’t exactly an isolated time to visit Yosemite, I was struck with a new comfort of the silence of nature, and the incredibly humbling feeling of standing next to a 100-foot boulder that rolled down the face of a mountain and knocked over a 300-foot sequoia…with no one in sight to save me should I meet a similar fate.
The entire experience was breathtaking. It created a new drive in me to see other parts of this country I had never seen before. It inspired me to document my adventures. It inspired me to outline my travel plans to help others to take the same adventures I do.
I am young and broke and visited Yosemite for under $300. For me, that’s a little over a week’s paycheck. I live as meager a life you can live in Los Angeles, and it took a lot of planning and deal-finding to make the trip happen. It was an experience I wouldn’t trade for anything.