Exploring & Escapades

bits & pieces of my travels

Tag: hiking

Partnachklamm

 

Garmisch-Partenkirchen, our homebase in Bavaria. The type of place you think you know from photos, only to struggle to grasp the reality of it all when you’re actually there. 

We spent the late afternoon hiking the gorge just before sunset. It felt almost Amazonian at times, surrounded by the cliffs and engulfed by the mist, the roar of the water. The ice-blue of the water. 

The colors are all real. 

Wichita Wildlife Refuge

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Hiking, buffalo, and world-famous Meers’ Peach Cobbler in the Wichita Mountains Wildlife Refuge, Oklahoma, about one hour east of Altus. Look how close we were to the wild buffalo!!! Also, Meers is mostly famous for their burgers, which I didn’t eat, since I don’t eat meat. But Vince had one and can vouch for it’s amazingness. I was VERY satisfied with my peach cobbler. Oklahoma is always such an adventure. 

 

Palo Duro Canyon

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It was about sixty five degrees Fahrenheit outside of the canyon. Deep within, about a mile into our hike, the posed thermometer read nearly ninety-five degrees. It was a dry heat, the kind that sneaks up on you without you realizing it. I can’t imagine what it must be like to do this hike in the dead of summer. Fortunately for us, it was early April. We drove about three hours for this, from Altus, Oklahoma to just outside of Amarillo, Texas. I would do it again. All of it was worth it. The views were incredible. 

Bretton Woods

 

 

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A weekend in the White Mountains, hiking, singing, and loving life with friends. 

Plymouth Bluff

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Weekend hiking in Mississippi. We had been meaning to explore Plymouth Bluff  for some time, and now we finally have. Everything was beautiful, of course. But what really shocked me was the history. Just over one hundred years ago, a small town thrived in this river bend; today, it’s gone. There is no trace. 

Finca de Pina

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IMG_1343 IMG_1347 IMG_1350Our morning hike begins on the dirt roads of the town, winding through the streets, and eventually into the woods. It is only me, a retired British couple, and the local guide, who leads us straight through the brush and up the hillside, chattering in Spanish as he does. Along the way, coffee beans, oranges, dragon fruit, pinto beans. 

We hike for three hours to the finca de pina, and then, pineapples, everywhere. The most delicious, sweet, white pineapples,  so soft that we eat the core. 

The pineapple farm on the hill. The view is amazing. 

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