
In August of 2000 I was traveling west on I-40 when the geography suddenly and dramatically changed. At the time, this is what I wrote about that experience:
West of Adrian, Texas the flatness ended. The road abruptly dropped down off of the North Texas Plateau into a region of mesas, dry gulches, and sage brush. All of a sudden I was in the American Southwest. This is what I had come to see.Later on that same westward trip, I would arrive at one of the most beautiful destinations on earth:
At 4:03 a.m. I began my flashlight-aided descent. I followed the Bright Angel Trail for two miles down into the Grand Canyon and came upon a magnificent outcropping. Walls of rock towered above me toward the rim from where I had just come, yet it was another thousand feet down to the next plateau. This was a perfect spot to stop, putting me right in the middle of the canyon. Shortly after settling in, the real light show began when the rising sun started painting the cliffs. For an hour I simply sat on my perch and photographed. Everywhere I pointed my lens a beautiful composition was found. Clearly, this was the most visually stimulating hour of my life. In March of 2004, I crossed the Sir Francis Drake Channel in the Caribbean Sea on an excursion to a beautiful cove known as The Baths at Virgin Gorda. The sand & sea, palms & boulders, and blue skies were incredible, but even more dramatic beauty was found underwater. For an hour I snorkeled throughout the cove, blown away by the vivid colors, approachable wildlife, and intense serenity beneath the surface. It remains one of my strongest and fondest memories of any place I have ever visited.
As part of a trip to Denver in 2006 to visit my brother, we ventured north to Rocky Mountain National Park. Here we followed the Emerald Lake Trail to the base of Hallet Peak and again I arrived at one of the most beautiful destinations on earth:
Prior to today, the most beautiful place I had ever been was two miles down into the Grand Canyon. Sitting today though, two miles high in the Rocky Mountains along the shore of Emerald Lake, I realize that the fullness of beauty here matches that of the Grand Canyon, or anywhere else on earth. Some places in nature just max out the splendor scale. Throughout the decade I would regularly embark upon day hikes in the Blue Ridge and Alleghany Mountains near my home. On a cold November morning in 2006, my hike to Tibbet Knob would stand out prominently as my favorite local adventure:
The last few puffs of my Macanudo cigar taste wonderful. I smoke it down to the smallest possible nub; the last draw nearly igniting my finger tips. At 2,800 feet, atop Tibbet Knob, I have clear views to the west over the Trout Run valley and to the north of Big Schloss. An updraft peels away a cluster of leaves from a pin oak in the valley below and swirls them skyward for a few hundred feet before they scatter chaotically and gently float back to earth. I’m inspired by this unique sight, grab my journal from my pack, sharpen my pencil with my knife, and start scribbling notes about this wonderful day.Visiting interesting geographic sites has always fascinated me, but never more so than my trip in September of 2007 to Pingvellir National Park in Iceland:
Pingvellir is a natural wonder. It’s located along the mid-Atlantic ridge where the North American and European tectonic plates are separating. In effect, it’s a crack in the earth that has swallowed part of the Oxara River and created Lake Pingvallavatn, Iceland’s scuba diving hotspot. Everything about this place is magical - from the awesome power of tectonics, to its crystal clear waters and brisk fresh air, and to its isolation from the rest of the world. I have never been at a place and time that has felt more natural than Pingvellir at sunset on the 25th of September, 2007. 
Here’s hoping the next ten years provide some of the same type of extraordinary travel opportunities for me. The memories of my travels are one of my most cherished possessions.