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Precipice of the Unknown

Crack! The sound of thunder brought me to my senses, standing at the peak of the second highest mountain in the northeast. Cadillac Mountain was shrouded by heavy white clouds, illuminated only by the trickle of afternoon sunlight and the promise of rain. The slim outline of my father was obscured by thick fog. I stood alone. It was an afternoon in early August that brought my family hiking. Every...

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The Joys of Bar-Hopping in Valladolid, Spain

When I reflect on my adventures in Spain, and on subsequent conversations with friends who have also been fortunate enough to make the trip, I find that the first words in recounting our respective experiences are often the most telling. References to time spent on the beach, in the Prado, and in Madrid’s shopping district (which, I’m told, looks eerily like that of New York–who knew there were...

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Lost

I couldn’t see the ground in front of me, much less my two hands grasping at the path ahead. The sky was dark, filled with thin clouds blotching the moons helpful rays. As I hiked up the cliff, I stopped and groaned to myself to see another several hundred yards of a steep, uphill climb. Finally, the rocky, ankle breaking trail ended to a clearing high up atop Urraca Mesa. I sat down along the edge,...

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Fueled by Fire: Remembering the Spark that Started it All

At the eastern foot of the Rocky Mountains, a dull cluster of houses, mud-yellow fields, and indoor shopping centers make up my mother’s new home away from home. A year ago, she reluctantly abandoned the cosmopolitan jewel of San Diego for the monotonous asphalt city of Colorado Springs, the result of a hapless business contract that took her from her family and left her with nothing but an air mattress...

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Grandmother and Granddaughter Bond over Roman Infrastructure (Literally!)

"50 YEARS OF ADVENTURES" advertised the world map in my grandparents' family room. It was covered with colorful pins stuck in exotic places that some may never have even heard of. My grandparents were world travelers, and I wanted in on their experiences. After having been waiting for ages, my wish came true on my fifteenth birthday. My grandma gave me a card which detailed that she'd take me to...

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Long Nights and Loggerheads

Allow me to set the scene for you. You’re riding in the back of a small vehicle, a cross between a four-wheeler and a pickup truck. Buckets and toolkits rattle beside you. The empty beach stretches in front of you, smooth and silent except for the sounds of the engine. It’s two in the morning, and you’re exhausted, but you won’t sleep. The stars twinkle above you, clearer and brighter than...

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Frugal New York City Vacation

Cheap, thrifty, economical and prudent are all accurate descriptions of my mom's spending habits. However, she prefers the word frugal. She clips coupons and shops the “manager’s special” section at the grocery store. She builds her wardrobe by going to 50% off Saturdays at Goodwill and takes advantage of free days at local attractions in Indianapolis. When mom announced we were going to NYC...

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Fantasy’s Reality

“Here.” A neatly wrapped, red package fell into my hands. “What’s this?” I inquired. We had just arrived in New Zealand a couple hours before. This vacation was my “early Birthday gift.” I wasn’t expecting another present. “It's part of the trip.” my mom answered. Wasting no time, my fingernails dug into the paper. I tossed the covering away, revealing a thin book; my eyes...

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Costa Rica: Baby Sea Turtle Rescue Mission

A shrill call from our alarm interrupted the rainforest cicada’s song and I fumbled in the dark to turn it off. We were assigned the midnight shift. Mary and Kallie slid out of their bunks, so the other girls wouldn’t wake up, and we pulled on our dark census clothes. My shirt clung to my skin and the humid heat wrapped around me like a blanket, but I hardly noticed. We giggled at the excitement...

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Peace in Churning Waters

It hadn’t rained a single day - not in London, Paris, Florence, or Rome - but of course, on our last morning before flying home, on the day we would be spending in the sea, the Italian sky was filled with thick clouds emitting a soft drizzle. We descended the steep steps from the city to the coast, approaching the ferry, nearly running to keep up with our sure-footed tour guide. A small, precise...

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