|My horse’s name was Yellowstone.|
trip. We pitched tents miles away from and 1000s of feet above where any car could reach. We ate beans and sang John Denver by the firelight and slept with our clothes on. Without light pollution, we could see millions of pinpoints of light from the milky way. In the morning, we had breakfast in a mountain meadow bursting with wildflowers while the snowcapped peaks framed the picture. We froze candy bars in snowmelt gurgling up from a spring. I see this picture vividly whenever anyone speaks of God’s majestic beauty.
“Travel is fatal to prejudice, bigotry, and narrow-mindedness, and many of our people need it sorely on these accounts. Broad wholesome charitable views of men and things cannot be acquired by vegetating in one little corner of the earth all one’s lifetime,” Mark Twain.
For more ideas on vacationing, see this insightful post by Gaye at calm.healthy.sexy, 12 tips for a calmer, healthier, and sexier vacation.