Photography Travels
May 9th, 2018
I call myself an Angel but friends and family might disagree with that…anyways…Vegas. Ooh Vegas. We came into Vegas from Highway 93. Continue reading “An Angel in Sin City”
May 8th, 2018.
We started out our trip just fine. Woke up at 3:30 am and hit the road at 4 am. Arrived in Baker, Nevada ,the town the park is in, at 11 am, with the time change. Continue reading “Great Basin National Park”
After our abysmal trip to Hearst Castle, we kept headed on down the coast to better things. The drive down the coast is the most beautiful drive I have ever been on. If we had been able to fully drive down it and see the Calla Lillies in Big Sur, my heart would be full. Another trip for another year for that lovely view. Continue reading “A Country Girl Caught in L.A. Traffic”
Hearst Castle- basically a dream house.
November 2017.
No better way to start off a vacation than being stranded right? We flew into San Francisco to start out trip down the coast and collect some National Park Stamps. Since I don’t have a credit card, I use my debit card, I thoroughly investigate car rental companies. I researched and researched and according to what I had read at the time, Enterprise was the one to go with. I’ve used them before and really liked them. This situation was different, so I made sure everything would be ok. And it should have been. Continue reading “Stranded in The Bay”
A true ghost town would be one you can’t even find right? In that case, we “found” a few ghost towns and “abandoned” buildings. And by found I mean they were gone. Much to my dismay. But those were not the first stop of the day, thankfully. Who wants to start their day off on the wrong foot? Continue reading “A True Ghost Town”
If you’ve never seen a prairie dog in person, please put it on your bucket list. Especially seeing a prairie dog town! The rodent dogs are fat, funny, and chatty. The second day of our trip we spent in the Theodore Roosevelt National Park. The park is divided into three units. We only visited the Southern Unit. At the entrance to the park is the Visitor Center where you can visit Roosevelts very first ranch home, the Maltese Cross Cabin. Which was moved to its current location. The cabin at one time traveled with the World’s Fair across the states. The logs of the cabin are the originals used in 1883, but most everything else has been replaced. Though sadly there is a lot of carved in graffiti. Inside the cabin are two items that did belong to Roosevelt, a writing desk and a large trunk. They are really neat to see.
I’ll be one of the first to admit, when I used to hear North Dakota my first thought would be “What in the heck is in North Dakota, besides oil fields?” Turns out, there is a lot! North Dakota is a beautiful state with a very rich sense of heritage. There are oil fields, which are interesting to see for the first time up close. I’ve seen them as kids down south, but don’t remember them. But there is so much more to North Dakota than they are telling us. Truth be told, if it wasn’t for winters even worse than here in Idaho, I could happily live there.
I saw a quote about Maine that said ‘I’m from Maine, I eat apple pie for breakfast’ by Rachel Nichols. I didn’t get any pie while I was in Maine. That’s kind of sad. But that is a philosophy I can get behind. I’d figure it would be blueberries though, Maine is very very into their blueberries. As they should be. I’m going to make it a point to take my next trip to Maine and visit a blueberry festival. Continue reading “Apple Pie for Breakfast”
Flatlander is code for tourist in Maine.
May 2016.
I consider Maine the start of my photography travel journey. I won’t lie, Maine got chosen as the first state because I wanted to try a lobster roll. I had read a Yahoo article about the best places to get a Lobster Roll on the east coast, and a food truck in Maine was considered the very best. The food truck is called Bite Into Maine. Spoiler alert: …I arrived in Maine too early. UGH. I was a week early. I did eventually get a lobster roll, but not from the best place. I have to go back to Maine someday anyway so I’ll plan it later in the season. Continue reading “A Flatlander in Maine”
