Triangle Lake – Oregon 3/3 #AtoZChallenge #T

Here comes the third and my last post on the Oregon travelogue series. You can read Part 1 and Part 2 if you haven’t. The third part is Triangle Lake. Google provides this image which is a bird’s-eye view of the Triangle Lake.

Source: Google Image Result

Now, people don’t normally visit or bookmark this place as a part of their travel. It lies in the middle of nowhere, and is on the way to Siuslaw National Forest. That’s how we “bumped” into this beauty. From high up the hills of Siuslaw’s peaks, this forms a nice pretty view of the “valley” like all usual hikes. But what struck the chord for us, was the time of the day. It was dawning and the sun had not risen yet when we hit this road. We were mostly sleepy except to peek at the alertness of one who was driving. It was too early to be hungry but the outside air was fresh nevertheless. I was the passenger in the front and tried to keep myself awake to keep the driver awake, for the safety of the vehicle. Yes, there was no doubt I was trying to rant and ramble despite the calm morning. That kinda reminded me how difficult it could actually get, to talk when you don’t want to. Talking is also difficult man. I mean how do the RJs do it so well at 6am? They also take it upon themselves to wake people up to rise and shine. Talent indeed! My friend totally got my vibes and played along because all the rambling helped putting off the sleepiness and sluggishness.

As the darkness to the right of the car was strongly endorsed by the tall trees, the driver’s side of the car slowly started opening up to some light. The day was beginning to light up, but nothing seemed to exist beyond scanty trees to our left. There was nothing. From nowhere, we saw trees and hills continuing out of invisibility. My rant stopped. So did my friend’s. For a second, I was wondering if I were awake or asleep and dreaming. It did look dreamy. I was fighting off those early morning blurs but holy, my vision was super clear like 3 minutes back! I dint want to distract my friend on the wheels, but I could not contain the excitement. With the speedometer wondering why we were not on par with the designated speed limit, we were covering the road but the invisibility had worsened. Thankfully, the road was not obstructed. If you think I am exaggerating, take a look at this pic that was captured before it got fully blown into white silence of invisibility.

Misty mornings be this calm!

That was the limit. We needed to put the pieces together and solve the puzzle. The other two sleepy-heads in the backseat also woke up to our loud curiosity. Obviously, they couldn’t sleep after. The element of fog, mist and mystery is the underrated Triangle Lake. We drove ahead into the parking lot and pulled up the car facing east. No no, my sense of direction is not sound. The sun was coming out, and that is how I was sure. All the dew drops in the leaves, and the birds in the trees had braced up for their morning work out of leaning down and flying high. Untouched beauty danced in front of our eyes like this . . .

In between the woods . . .

What might have otherwise been an ordinary lake on our way to a destination in our road trip, turned out be a show-stopper! Perhaps, all of us needed to revisit the chapter of perspectives and aesthetics in life. Never undermine anything in life just because something dint seem glamorous or attractive on the outside. Maybe the sun and the stars had not aligned to give you the best view. More so, maybe you were at the wrong place at the wrong time. That does not make the place any less pristine. That doesn’t make the actual view any less beautiful. When you visit a place, get into its soul and understand its character. And it will offer you more than you can imagine. Apart from surreal views and calm, the Triangle lake obliged to give us some amazing pictures like the ones below. There is so much symmetry in there. If you observe closely, you would not know if the subjects are looking at the camera or away from it. I guess the sun and the mist did the magic on this beautiful day! It was magically intuitive . . .

Think about it. Are they looking at the camera?

More often than not, photographers plan their mind, and plan trips to capture the beauty of this planet. I guess places offer you, what they wish to show on the very day you are present there. They are characterized by terrific mood swings. Until we understand that, we will remain the most ignorant species on Earth. One more on the perspectives . . .

Endless silence.

Part 1 of Oregon Travelogue.
Part 2 of Oregon Travelogue.
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Siuslaw National Forest – Oregon 2/3 #AtoZChallenge #S

I am going to spice this up with some pictures for Oregon is a photographers’ paradise. Of course I can’t do justice to the 3 GB card of images, but my favorite few that would show the place well, is posted here. This blog post is the next part of my Oregon travelogue series. Refer to the first post here if you haven’t read it yet.

Part 2 of the three-part Oregon series is Siuslaw National Forest, a treasure in the bustling rainy state. Located on the midpoint of the northwest capital Portland and Eugene, Siuslaw stretches across with its sand dunes and vegetation,backed by the water-bed of the Pacific. En route to the forest, we halted at a small dock area that had a lot of recreational boats and other water sport activities. It was meant for private boats and jet boats and thus people seemed to rush to the area right in the morning to secure a space for their boats. The day dint feel too hot, probably because it was not even 9 am, and the fact that we were so close to the waters, chilled the air. We were the only car looking for a petite parking lot surrounded by thumping RVs. Every time I spot an RV on the road, my bucket list pops up in my head to add the same old unfulfilled item. RVs trailing the boats on the road are a scary scene, that leaves the smaller cars speeding past them as though they are trembling in fear of the RVs size. Here is a picture that summarizes the first leg of the day, where I am already lost into the morning scene.

Flamboyant visuals

After a trailer of the coast’s beauty, we got back on the road heading towards the actual national forest. We dint quite know what was up ahead the curves but isn’t that the intention? Get on the road. Turn and twist as it bends. Enjoy the views. Explore what it offers. Road trips are similar to life philosophies. You can’t always plan until the last psi of your tire. It is best enjoyed when you take it as it comes. Guarded by tall conifer-like trees, we were clueless as to why the roads were narrowing up the hill. But the kaleidoscope views that the bridges and the tunnels offered us, was beyond description. Here’s your sample.

Tunneling through our inhibitions and bridging our gaps with nature . . .

One by one, the scenery on our two sides, started to withdraw themselves, as though the curtain was raising to the actual show. Few trees stole the view and I wouldn’t blame them. City planners have tried to come up with legible boards like the one that reads ‘CONGESTION’ in the picture below. Trust me, it is an irony. You feel more liberated and freed of the city’s congestion here.


By now, out seats had pushed us to the front, and we were holding ourselves from falling off to maintain the car’s balance on the road. World’s calmest ocean had readied to show herself to us, the minuscule fellow species, and the grand opening of the coast muted our senses, unlike a conventional stage show. Here is the spectacular moment for you, that took our breaths away.

Teach your kid sky and sea from this view, and I will donate my rods and cones right now!

Sand Dunes –

As we breathed loud to get our stamina back, we saw a bunch of sign-boards alerting us of the sand dunes ahead. For a moment we thought we were going to drive amidst the dunes, and we were thrilled that we would get some fun views like the ocean roads. Little did our minds work at that time. Sand dunes are heaps of loose sand that gather in hoards and hoards across a vegetation. The sign boards were advertisements of the ATV companies that would allow us to rent or take a ride with licensed ATV drivers. We drove to the farthest one in the stretch and finally decided to shed our laziness to get off and see what it was all about. After some splendid views, no one was ready to move, awaiting more such views. But this laziness did not last long as our group’s name was called to board the vehicle. What we enjoyed for the next 30 minutes was sheer fun driving in the highs and lows of the dunes, racing against other vehicles and motorcycles. Contrary to our intuition, it was freaking cold in there, with sun-god shining yellows and whites on our heads. After spitting the last of the sand granule out, we decked up to the treasure of this northwestern national forest – Cape Perpetua! But before we head there, here is a glimpse of the mossy sand dunes for you!


Cape Perpetua – 

Cape Perpetua, according to the geographical definition, remains the hub of tides and erosion. The park ranger at the visitor center, had told us that the timing and the day was perfect for high tides at the Thor’s well. If we reached the Thor’s well in the next 4 hours, cinematic high tide splashes would be welcoming us. It is funny how exotic locations are considered cinematic. Creators use cinema as a window to the world, and show landscapes from life. To the viewers, dreamy locations come from the celluloid.

Cape_perpetua.jpgAnyway, the short trail to the rocks of erosion, were covered with fresh berries, and thick leaved plants and herbs. The affluence of rain water and moisture were extended up to the last lamina in every leaf. Another tunnel in the middle of the forest, made us wonder if Oregon is all about hibernation and fighting open to sunshine. The tiny berries seemed to fight the thorns, one ovule at a time before blooming into rich fullness in red and green. The camera loved the location, and started to act like a human, capturing the nuances of nature like an ordinary human eye. A yellow flower, focused out in the picture is a classic example.

When the camera turned into a traveler …

The diverse landscape and all of the vastness that Oregon offered me, made me think that anyone who visited this place, would learn to appreciate life, nature and all of the bliss around. I don’t think it spared the engineers who built the roads to the coast. The first view from the flat roads is that of the lofty mountains. As you keep driving, the road elevates and the sea becomes visible. I had never seen the coast from an elevation like that, ever before. On top of it, mountains on one side, with ocean on the other, just visit Oregon I say! And the engineering marvel of the road smoothly tilts the farther side of the traffic for a seamless view. So your scenic view does not get obstructed or overshadowed by vehicles on the opposite lane. Did the engineer’s aesthetic sense just get refined in this heaven? Or was it the mountains that asked for a better view of their wavering neighbor?

The way back is the longest!

After having waited for every other wave, like a  seashore, we still wanted to stay there and never go back. It would have been at least an hour since we had talked to each other. Nature silenced us. Rather humbled us. We gave each other a hesitant look after the pop up of google flight reminder. We wanted to undo that act and continue not talking to each other. We hated each other for an unknown reason at that moment. Maybe it was the splashing waves, or the towering mountains. Nobody stopped us though. But we had to go back! To our lives, to the routine and the challenges. To face them better this time. To live life!

But Siuslaw let us take one last look as we parted the forest, trust me we remained silent for longer . . .


Part 1 of Oregon travelogue.
Part 3 of Oregon travelogue.

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Oregon 1/3 – Crater Lake National Park #AtoZChallenge #O

Oregon commemorates the inception of my travel diary in this space. A long pending one! I would not want to endorse a place as such, because everyone’s sacred space varies, and it is their right to choose their own. Oregon is not a must see place, it is just a must experience place! To me, it remains the sanctum sanctorum of the United States of America. One good that thing that happened to america, spells 6 letters in that order – O-R-E-G-O-N. Unable to get over the look and feel of the three spots I visited in Oregon, I am going to blog my experience in multiple posts, for this beauty has won to become a pageant after multiple rounds of selection criteria. So, free your mind. Put your shoes on and buckle up. Ready to travel?

Kerala, a coastal southern state in India is fondly called “God’s own country”. On the lines of the coconut state, Oregon can be deemed as a poet’s paradise. Walk in with your life, and walk out as a writer for life. Tall trees, deep blue ocean waters that whitened towards the darker rocks, coarse sand dunes, and a 2000 ft deep crater lake, Oregon is a wonderland, and a home to a planet in itself. There is the desert like sand dunes just bordering the pacific waters, and then there are the mountains competed by tall trees. From the tallest tree to america’s deepest lake, Oregon scales heights of adventure and astounding beauty.

Getting off of the Eugene airport was the easiest choice since the road to the Crater Lake National Park seemed like a shorter drive. As you get closer to the wonder, your phone loses its tower signals and that is the best beginning of a trip anyone could ask for! If you paid attention to the vegetation and the character of the road en-route the lake, you will realize that your anxiety mounts with the elevation. And when we stopped the car to take the farthest view of the crater on our left, there was forest fire on the right hand side. We were lost between earth, water and fire, all at once! First things first. Take a good look at the forest fire before it burns out [Wow what does nature do to you? So much courage and counter intuition when a forest is burning?] That’s right. We did not want the fire to subside until we got a good view and info about how these fires happen in the area.

Enroute the crater lake
Postcard greetings!

The yellow morning that mesmerized us while on the way to the Crater Lake was the country side that seemed like one of those pages directly pulled out of the fairy tale books. As we approached the lake waters, the blue shades were starting to show themselves. The fringes and the frills of the blue frocks several feet below us, was painted by the dragging boat motors. And the white boats decorated the blue waters like the froth on a cup of creamy coffee. As I stared into the still blueness, there was this childish urge to dip a feather into the ink and sweep the sky with an all blue rainbow.

Blue frills

It reminds me of the lyrics from a famous Tamil song.

Andha vaanam varaya .. neela vannam .. En kaadhal varaya .. enna vannam?

[It takes blue(s) to paint the sky … What would it take paint my love?]

A lot of National Parks in the US are hyped for business. But all that’s only until you grasp the perspective. What you see through your eyes and what you go through in your veins is no one else’s fantasy or fanaticism. Not a lot of people found crater lake to be as mesmerizing as I did on that day. And then there were returning people. The center of the crater was the silence in a cacophony. Irrespective of the degree of craziness, the hole rapt everyone’s attention, with its still and calm. The moment you learn to master soft speech, you start ruling the ambiance with your communication.  Until that point, there was a lot of peppy music and leg pulling in the car. The journey towards the center of the lake, can be divided into pre and post first look, much like a movie. After looking at the palette of the hottest spectrum color, our minds were doting on the bowl of blue, and refused to send any signals to the vocal nerves. The calm normally comes after the storm. For a change, this calm was after the blue balm.

The wheels revoked their screeches and decided to play along, as we approached the visitor center. They did not seem to have a lot of interesting events planned for the day. Not that we were interested in any form of human interaction, it was just a courtesy drop in from our end. We had options to go to the hill at the center, and maybe take a ride in the water and see it all up-close. I’m glad we decided against it for it was too beautiful to be touched. At least I had not gathered the romance in me yet.

Although I have lost count of the number of times I have used blue in this travelogue, I promise that there is not the slightest exaggeration. Eyes don’t lie man. That blue is unique. It is precious. It is a jewel in the crater cup. Earth seemed to flaunt her blue stoned finger ring in the northwest of North America. The blue gotta be conserved, and protected. It would be even better if it were untouched. That’s what it tries to convey – touch me not! With the darkness and the calmness of the water’s blue, you get a sense of contentment that filled you at the first sight. Maybe it was love at first sight for you just like me. But you want to leave it a virgin. Because it gives a pristine feel. You don’t mess with such serenity. If you don’t trust my blue experience, ask the rocks. They have been married for over a century now – 117 anniversaries to be precise with the 117th one coming up in a month from this Earth day, and even now, lady blue chuckles at the first step of a rock. The dark rocks surround the waters all year long but are not allowed to touch the blue. All that the rocks get to touch and roll over, are the algae green that extends as a patch of coral green, until it turns into inky blue. Virgin blue is a smart lady. She tricks the rocks into believing that she is not yet ready. If she is not ready for the rocks yet, aren’t we all farther from the rocks?

Virgin blue that shies away from the rocks bordered by the algae green

Part 2 of Oregon Travelogue.
Part 3 of Oregon Travelogue.

This post is 15/26 of AtoZChallenge.
This post is a submission to ‘The daily Post’s’ weekly photo challenge.
It is a tribute to mother earth, as her birthday approaches on Earth day on 22nd April.
This post is a submission to ‘The Daily Post’s Daily Prompt
Today’s prompt is chuckle.

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Hello World! #AtoZChallenge #H

It dint matter if their love was strong as the wind. It was unacceptable. Neighbors frowned. Elderly men chided. Cousins, well-wishers, friends and enemies advised him against his plan. “One, you are too young. Two, you have no idea about the waste of time this could be! Don’t believe an impulse like this to be your future. Don’t feel revolutionary for getting into unknown terrain against common opinions. A known devil is better than an unknown angel, trust me!” demanded his fellow mates.  He heard them. All of the advice made sense. But Hebdo’s heart pounded every time he went close. Whoa were they the butterflies? Indeed! Who can stop destiny?

They were both nervous as they hiked the wilderness. A fellow hiker’s dog was barking at them both for no reason. Not even a man’s friend seemed pleased at the sight of the two together. The entire stretch of that strenuous trail, screamed in silence. After about 1/3rd the distance, there were no people around. Hebdo took a quick peek for the second time and looked into the eyes. They gleamed in the sunshine. They dint seem too deep, but he still felt proud and fulfilled. Verbal communication was not needed. They both knew what they were doing. They were past half the distance by now and Hebdo could not wait to cross the milestone. A small rock on the way would have tripped but our hero would not let that happen, just ever. Their hands surfaced each other’s and Hebdo smirked. However he did not respond to the blank stare. All the green and the blue, turned their blues into blue. Clouds suddenly darkened and they both looked up at the sky. It was turning gloomy. I guess that’s what too much of silence in a relationship could do! After exchanging perplexed glances, they sped up the trail.

They were both tired of the negative attention they received as they approached the peak. But Hebdo was excited. It was their first hike together. He wished to blog it that night. Together, of course what else did you think? They were already living together. So it would not be too difficult. While he was lost in thought, he heard some metal rumble on the peak’s rocks. As he turned, he was happy that all of the indifferent silence had broken.

“Wow! You look so pretty! What is your name? I have never seen some one so cool ever! Will you come and play with me sometime? Is it ok if I touch you?”

The curious kid had a lifetime of questions that were convoluted into five fingers and extended out for a warm handshake. Hated by the neighbors, “warned about” by friends, and feared by dogs, were openly welcomed by a kid. The first bubble was created, and burst broken. Love is universal indeed. Hebdo titled his head to the left, and gave an admiring look at his best friend as he already knew the reply.

“Hello World! I am Hebdoid Asimov. Version 1.1. Make – Alloy. Founded in 1956. Assembled in Hebdo labs, Munich, Germany. Proud climber of the Zugspitze. Nice to meet you. What can I do for you?”

The kid’s mouth opened taller. The cute little upper lip dashed with the nostrils, not leaving enough space for her eyes to stretch and roll. Asimov’s first encounter created a crushing accident on that curious innocent face but managed to draw an adorable smile.

No matter how advanced mankind becomes, technology is first laughed at, criticized, feared at,  discovered, explored and finally marveled until it is celebrated!

This post is 8/26 of AtoZChallenge.

This post is a submission to ‘The Daily Post’s’ daily prompt. Today’s prompt is pleased.

Blog #AtoZChallenge #B

Blog. A blog is considered very informal and conversational in nature. For all those introverts and tight-lipped observers, blog comes as a breather. Not all bloggers are introverts. Not all introverts are bloggers. But the two make a handsome pair – A match made in heaven. There are extreme introverts who don’t share their blog. Then there are those who don’t blog because their thoughts might slip out. And then there are those who don’t utter this word. We are a mixed race. Moving on to the other side of the world, bloggers express in all forms – pensive posts, travel and leisure experiences, crush and love adrenaline rushes, moral anger, life experiences and anything and everything that slithers into their everyday life and leaves a mango of difference – big, bright, sweet and delicious! Oh, and how did I miss the food bloggers? I am just going to try and blog about different bloggers who have been captivating me for a while now.

Foods & Foodesses – Not not fools. Foods. Foods are the male counterparts of female foodies. First things first. Only after you feed yourself, can you do anything else. Food bloggers are a recent growing catch – I guess people started out picture blogging their recipes. Today, we have a plethora of food bloggers that promote a specific lifestyle such as veganism, vegetarianism, pregnancy foods, toddler foods, pet foods and classic restaurant recipes. Food is emotionally connected to, by these foodies. Food is one roof that comes in all colors and cultures. From planting their favorite herbs in their kitchen, to garnishing their flaming efforts with all their love and care,  seeing their loved ones close their eyes in relish, pulls down the foodies’ excitement levels to coma, as a side effect of a fine delicacy. It is an instant answer to most fights in our households. Long life Foodesses!

Travelbugs– Now that we had food, lets travel a bit.  ‘Wanderlusts’ as they call themselves, are travel bloggers who have a passion for new lands and neo-waters. Borders can’t stop them. Nor can VISA denying leaders (winks). Outdoor remains their calling and craving. They breathe the places they travel to. To them, the definition of a traveler is very important. They are known for keeping their head held high when identifying themselves from a tourist who takes a picture of themselves in a place while a traveler takes the picture of just the place in its pristine view or most other times, be content gulping the scenery down their throat to be safely unedited and framed in their hearts. A huge chunk of this imagery is retained in their memory that impregnates their soul and breath to conceive a colorful blog. This is the climax of their travelgasm. They travel places to discover themselves and document their journey into the divine inner self. Their notes become a handy guide to most first time travelers and cross-country passionistas. Had it not been for these wonderful souls, how would we travel to exotic locations within the walls of our room?  You go wandras!

Pennists – Travel taught, food for thought! (Trust me I am not hungry! Just that my food has reached my brain now. Ok!) Pensive bloggers cover a broad spectrum of topics from relationships, love, bonding, nostalgia to life experiences, small bigs, rants and ramblings. The birth of words from their emotions quakes the hardest rock in the deepest of oceans. Pensive bloggers easily discover the shortest route to a successful writer in my opinion. Emotions are a natural instinct that could connect with people across cultures and countries to unite in a jiffy. And that, remains the crowning glory of pensive bloggers. Three cheers to the future pentratures!

With a lot more vlogs, photoblogs, instablogs, quoradditions, genres and niches getting a taste of blogs, I think the possibilities are blogless. Yes. I just tried to add that word to my dictionary. To me, blog means no limit. Sky could be the limit for scientists. But remember ‘Blog’ only begins with B.

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Things Everyone Learns on Their First Backpacking Trip

Every experience in life begins from self and ends in self. Count it from fighting your way as a tiny egg to making it out through a world of thwarts and thoughts. Life is a journey and every journey filled with life is a world in itself. Right from being a pampered little kid on a trip to managing my move out of homeland, trips have taught me a plethora of things. Backpacking is one of its kinds in real. I am going to share the top 5 that backpacking trips could teach us. And many more than 5 that we could learn from them.

  1. Keep your bag light.

I have seen a lot of people travel very heavy. Take only the essentials and not anything that might be an option. This is easier said than done. In my first trip, I had a bag full of change clothes (and all the what-ifs that lead to this). I am paranoid about wearing the same clothes for more than 6-8hrs. So I always over-packed clothes even if it were a two-day trip. This went on until in one fine hiking trip, I realized what a burden they caused to my back as I went uphill. To get over my paranoia, I started working around with wet napkins, wet towels and frequent freshening up despite the warm/cold water in a new place. Dress to the occasion, season and the place. Don’t stick to fashion while traveling since you are out there to find and try out newer additions to your wardrobe.

  1. Keep your purse(s) lighter.

This is one underrated point. Women generally tend to carry a heavy purse or wallet and if you ever had a chance to peek into your mom’s purse, you would know that you could potentially find a baby rabbit in there – alive and healthy! On a serious note, I started to avoid loose change, metal accessories and jewels, heavy key bunches and anything potentially metallic including the make of the purse. Using a cloth purse with minimal necessary cards (CC, insurance card, and maybe a debit card with an ID card) should suffice. As you get closer to the town that you are about to explore, get cash denominations from local stores or ATM if you find any.

  1. Share-sighting.

If you are a small or a big group, try to carry one camera for the group and enough memory cards to click as many shots as you please. This significantly reduces the load on all of your bags. Take turns and assign roles to be watchful of things. This way, when one person is tired, there is another who can keep a watch on speed/milestones/interesting spots to stop/food stops, etc. If you are traveling alone, carry a lighter camera and socialize with people in groups who have better resolution cameras. It is not a bad idea to share good pictures of the places taken by them during the trip, and you can keep your camera for your personal pictures. Life is all about sharing so why spare travel?

  1. Plan ahead.

Be completely aware of the place you are backpacking to. Educate yourself on the weather risks, expected temperature and delays. I have had bummer trips like the ones when I traveled to a national park during full snow and had a difficult time on the road. After all of the arduous journey, the park was closed down due to weather. I had pushed my research to be done during the drive and was at a disadvantage when my phone signal was out then. It was a letdown in terms of my first ever 12-hr drive that I had dreamed of, months in advance. Always carry a set of active wear even if you don’t plan to jump into water or get into water activities. Another huge takeaway is to use a dedicated GPS so that you are not bogged down by your poor phone signal for navigation.

5. Enjoy.

Here we come to the most important part of the trip. Forgot your GPS? It’s okay. Find a local guide and get a paper map the classic way. Camera broke? Never mind. Nature has given us the best pair of lenses to see the world. Let go of the damage and count your blessings. Did the weather throw some suspense? Divert a bit and visit a nearby treasure. This home planet is vast as our minds. No matter what goes wrong, work around, put up with it and paint the trip with memories. Remember that your smile is the paintbrush and your life is the canvas here! Enjoy. Relax. To your full. Eat, breathe and sleep the place. Dream! Find new answers. Find newer questions to solve. Get out of your frames and expand your horizon. Break free of your comfort zone. Try newer things that you never dared to, or thought you would. There is not a single spot on this planet that can or cannot be fully explored, for this world is full of beauty and mystery just as life is full of surprises.

So what are you still thinking about? Your crunched paycheck? Oh come on, plan a budget trip, at least plan! And go!