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The gorgeous Big Bend

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Big Bend was breathtaking. The drive to the National Park seemed like an illusion. The mountains were so high above the clouds, that they appeared to be vague, blue shadows in the sky.

Once we were inside Big Bend National Park, James and I went to the Chisos Basin to climb Emory Peak. The next day we ventured down the path that led us to Santa Elena Canyon, a view my dad said I had to witness. The canyon towered 1,500 feet above you and all you could do was stare in silence.

These photos don’t do Big Bend any justice. Without the emotions behind it, these are merely gorgeous photos and you can only just begin to enjoy the beauty. Nature, especially at this scale, must be experienced firsthand. xx

Emory Peak

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This weekend, my boyfriend and I travelled to Lajitas, Texas to visit Big Bend National (and State) park. Big Bend was beyond gorgeous. When we were driving into the park I was in complete disbelief. The mountains towering above us were covered by clouds, making them seem like an optical illusion. It was hard to comprehend. It’s still hard to comprehend the beauty of nature. All of the mountains, the hills, the rivers, they come perfectly together to create this world we live in. Spending four days in nature made me even more philosophical than I already am. Especially when you’re staring into the abyss of blackness which is the sky and then slowly, as the redness in the sky begins to completely disappear, a multitude of stars begin to appear, causing the world to light up once again.

My favorite part of the vacation was when James and I began our hike to Emory Peak, the highest peak in Big Bend National Park with an elevation of 7,825 feet. The hike there and back is 10.6 miles. It was tough. At one point, about an hour before we reached the peak, I felt as if I was having sleep paralysis. My legs were cement, and every inch took every inch of strength in my body. The pain, the sweat (no tears), was worth it.

While I was traveling upwards, I began to think of some of my social fears, and they all came to perspective. When I was out in the wilderness and my biggest fear was seeing a bear standing five feet from me, all the fears from my everyday world seemed miniscule. It was the perfect time to reflect, with no other humans around, with no pressures from society, no pressure from yourself. I had one goal, and that was to reach the top.

After three hours, James and I made it to Emory Peak and the view, the view took away the little breath I had left. All the mountains that had towered above us were now below us. The wind gently grazed your skin as if whispering that you had made it, congratulating you. I stood at the top of the peak and took in all that was at that moment. Not the past, not the future, just the present- nature.

Late Friday post

My Friday through photos: Hibiscus sorbet dessert

A delicious hibiscus sorbet from an authentic  Japanese restaurant. I can’t get over how gorgeous the color is.

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Around 7 p.m. my friend and I enjoyed the sunset at my favorite park. I walked far into the grass to get away from the geese who had claimed territory on the path and came across a beautiful flower it all of it’s loneliness. flashtat silver arrows

Yet another flashtat weekend. This design is one of my favorites from the pack.  I have found that flash tattoos and summer are my favorite combination.

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Sunday beauties

Morning (late afternoon) breakfast at Cracker Barrel-  check. Shopping around at oddities shop- check. Movies- check. Spending all day with my love- check. First taste of egg nog this fall- check! I have truly enjoyed this Sunday, which receives an applaud from myself since I have an extremely high tendency to fall into a depression on Sundays. I’ve evaluated myself to see why this may be and the answer seems simple, but unbelievably complex when the depression actually hits on the day of all days. Sometimes I wish I majored in psychology, but if the years pass and I still find myself with this thought, I shall return to school and truly dissect the human mind and all it’s mysteries.