Exploring

  • The rustic orange color of mud had completely taken over my black converse high-tops, my hands, and my knees by the time we got through the dense forest. The mud combined with the water flowing from a small rift in the surrounding rock turned that path into a slippery slide of mud, water, and...

  • As I stood above the thundering waters, I wished I could fly. My mom was at the railing next to me, staring into the mist as the rain splattered upon our heads. The waving green grasses churned about us as my dad clicked pictures, and I wished with all my might to see the secrets hidden behind the...

  • Cameras clicked.  Everyone sat motionless.  I peered through a pair of binoculars at five cheetahs laying in the afternoon shade.  My family was in one of the four safari vehicles that had gathered for this rare sighting.  We watched as one cheetah slowly got up, stretched, walked several feet, and...

  • Arriving at 10:00 pm anywhere can be a little unsettling. I’ve seen a total of 8 cars in 45 minutes since I got here. It’s quiet. Too quiet. Just the eerie lights that reflect off of the stagnant, black lake over the cliff remain. After miles of a dark mountain trek, the light in the darkness is...

  • 20 hours, 12 empty cups of off-brand ramen noodles, 2 cramped legs, and there I was passing through Washington on my way to the great big apple. We, my father and I, vainly opted to take the train instead of the similarly priced airline ticket. A 24 hour train ride can be accustomed to taking the "...

  • You awake to the aroma of spices while putting on your school uniform, but it’s a new place. You say “सुप्रभात!” to greet your host mother and sister, but it's a new language. The culture slowly immerses you with the natives, but it’s a new lifestyle. Now, you’ll experience the memories of living...

  • I am from central Texas, where we only have two seasons; hot and less hot. Because of this, fall is a beautiful season I never had the chance to appreciate until I visited New England in November, 2016. The contrast of vibrant leaves on the trees against the dull browns of the trunks and the still...

  • Summer in Alaska was the wilderness that embodies a grand adventure. There were looming mountains covered in dark green forests with strips of white just visible at the peaks,  uninhabited islands shrouded mysteriously in fog, large rolling expanses of deep blue water, and an occasional glimmer of...

  • Walking out of the cafe I see an elderly artist painting in the corner. I remember seeing this artist only two days ago in Babington’s Tea Room; another cafe with a rich history, found at the base of the renowned Spanish Steps. I had seen him painting there in a similar fashion, and went over to...

  • To paraphrase Proust, ‘discovery is not in the place, but in the eyes’. As a rising senior and competitive skater, my free time is limited. Like many teenagers, I default to social media and Netflix. So, when my mom suggested turning our weekend into a “stay-cation”, I reluctantly agreed. It turns...

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