Antelope Canyon: 2017 roadtrip pt. 8

Of everywhere we were going on the trip, I was most excited to go to Antelope Canyon. All of the photos I had seen were simply stunning, and I was so gosh darn excited to see it in person. And since I had finally invested in a nice camera after using my beaten up six-year-old phone for, well, six years, it was really exciting to test it out on someplace magical.
Of course, things didn’t go as planned. I hadn’t been able to find any concrete information online other than that tours were expensive, and we hadn’t known exactly what day we would get in, so I hadn’t booked anything ahead of time.
We drove into Page and I went and checked out two tour companies. Both were completely booked up. Fine, I thought. We’d go directly to the canyon and try it out anyway.
I’d read that Lower Antelope Canyon was almost as pretty as Upper and wasn’t as expensive, so we went there and parked. There were tours running every twenty minutes or so, and there were spaces in the one happening in 20 minutes. It was $30 a head, which seemed reasonable compared to the tours out of Page. We sat and boiled for a while and then went on over.
Our guide was super cool and despite having to wait outside in the heat for a good hour or so, I was curious to hear more about how the area had been experiencing a boom of tourism.
SO fun fact: the canyon itself is not the most spectacular thing ever! But the photos are! A French tourist commented to me that the Grand Canyon was way better in person than the photos, but Antelope was vice versa, and I had to agree. I was that tourist I normally hate who was more intrigued by her camera than her surroundings. But I’m so very glad I finally made it here after having stared at the photos on post cards all summer two years prior in Zion.

Grand Canyon National Park: 2017 roadtrip pt. 7

From Moab, Utah, we were heading south out of Utah and into Arizone to see the Grand Canyon (the big one, not the Yellowstone one, sigh!) Driving had become significantly less fun since we were now in the hot awful desert, but I had determined that if I was driving I got to pick the music and I found out that I know every single word to Cats: the Musical off by heart.
We got to the Grand Canyon relatively early in the evening and still had a ways to drive to get to Page, AZ, where we were planning to stay the night. We were driving out as the sun was beginning to set and I was trying to cause peace by not expressing how badly I wanted to watch it set, but Nathan was sweet enough to offer to have us stop, and wow! I’m so so glad we did, because let me tell you, the Grand Canyon is like ten times cooler when it’s setting. I think it’s a place that isn’t as cool in photos as it is in reality because photos can’t convey just how vast it is. The colours especially were so glorious, almost overwhelmingly so, and it was a magical experience.

Arches National Park: 2017 roadtrip, pt. 6

So I had this naive notion that perhaps we’d wake up and go watch the sunrise at Delicate Arch. Nathan is smarter than me and vetoed that one pretty quickly. We still made fairly good time out of our campsite and got into Arches early in the morning. What I hadn’t considered was that it was, gulp, Memorial Day, and that of course meant that everyone and their two dogs was out hiking. (Which is great! Get outside! Not so great for a spoiled Ema who’s used to having entire trails to herself.)

Arches was honestly kind of miserable to hike in, just super dry and sooooo so so so hot with no relief and no shade and people everywhere. I’d like to go in the off season and do some of the less popular hikes and take time to examine every single super cool standing rock formation, because I think it has a lot of merit. Ultimately though, I felt like it had all of the bad parts of hiking in Utah and none of the good parts.

Canyonlands National Park: Road trip, pt. 5

Saying bye to Miranda was hard, but next up was Denver–we drove quickly through merely to have brunch with my adored friends Lizzie and Jamil. I really wish we’d had time to let them show us around, but it was so excellent to see them–even though it had only been a week since the three of us had graduated, it already felt like we were living separate lives. And from there, we headed out of Colorado.

Canyonlands, the US’s most underrated park! No, actually, it’s astounding how many people go to Arches but not to Canyonlands, even though it’s literally right there! It was probably the park I was most excited to see, partially because I have a thing for places with “canyon” in the name (perhaps like the Grand Canyon of the Yellowstone? Hmm.) There was no time (sigh) to hike into the valley at all, but driving through there was one of the prettiest drives of my entire life–the whole entire region of Moab is just so darn stunning and again my jaw simply dropped while I was there.
We were driving back as the sunset, and Nathan let me pull over so I could stare and take photos. Canyonlands, you are astounding! Breathtaking! Marvellous! Wow!

Rocky Mountain National Park: 2017 roadtrip, pt. 4

From Wyoming, we spent a little bit of time in Steamboat Springs. This was a cute little ski resort town that would be a relaxing place to hang out in during summer, and we found a cafe that we really liked. My good friend from college, Miranda, was there for the night, so we hung out with her, went to a bar, and had a brief taste of ski-bum in summer life. We ended up sleeping in a pull-off somewhere in the heart of Colorado.
I drove to Boulder the next day and was massively intimidated by the traffic in the mountains around Denver. Somehow I took zero photos of Boulder or of Steamboat Springs, but I absolutely adored Boulder–it isn’t somewhere I can see myself living, but it’s set amongst some absolutely stunning mountains and we walked down a main street that was cut off from cars. And there was a dispensary, of course!
From there, we drove up to Estes, outside of Rocky Mountain National Park, to stay with Miranda. I daresay I can take a lot of credit for her applying to work out there, so I was really happy to see her in that element, and it was so much fun to hang out with her and catch up.
This also allowed us some time to really hike up in the mountains! We didn’t do anything super strenuous, but I definitely got very puffed very quickly! I’m writing this way too late, but we’re pretty sure that it was Lily Mountain that the pretty views here are from.
This was one of my favourite parts of the trip, and it was really hard to say goodbye to Miranda again.

Devil’s Tower National Monument: 2017 roadtrip, pt. 3

From the Badlands, we made a perfunctory stop at Mt. Rushmore as Nathan hadn’t been (and since he’s American, I felt it more vital for him!) From there, we went to Crazy Horse mainly because I wanted to eat the fry bread there which I remembered as being absolutely incredible.
The real treat of the day was Devil’s Tower, which we had been tempted to cut off to save time. I’m so glad we went–I was so excited to enter Wyoming again, since Wyoming is the home of Yellowstone, but I was kind of expecting Devil’s Tower to be another place that we would drive up to, take a few photos of, and leave, but we hiked around it and it was a splendid time. The views were incredible, and I couldn’t stop going “Wow! Wow! Look! Wow!” at the tower itself–it’s insane! There were people climbing too, which I thought looked like fun.
Beginning to drive down south, I was absolutely astounded, and my jaw kept dropping open as I stared out at the vast expanse of fields and the incredible clouds and the road stretching on for miles.

Badlands National Park: 2017 roadtrip, pt. 2

From Edwardsville, we drove up to Cedar Rapids, Iowa, where we hung out with Nathan’s dad for some time. From there, it was what seemed to be biggest stretch of drive and (surprisingly) probably my favourite. We had eight hours of terrain to cover through to the west side of North Dakota, but it was all so sprawling and beautiful.
Badlands National Park will never cease to amaze me, and camping there was an incredible experience. We did a brief hike before finding a campsite, and I convinced poor Nathan that waking up early to see the sunrise was an excellent idea–and it was! Though the campsite probably wasn’t the ideal location, there is something so endlessly astounding about the rock formations out there amongst the prairies that stretch on forever.

St. Louis: 2017 roadtrip pt. 1

And we were off!
Nathan, who I was dating at the time, was going to be working in Glacier summer ’17, and I was going to be spending the summer (ha!) in New York City. He drove down for my graduation from school in Maryland, and I acoompanied him all the way through Salt Lake City, from which I flew to NYC.
The first day was probably the harshest, and I had to appreciate Nathan, who had driven multiple times from Illinois to visit me throughout the previous year. I was in a really weird state–I wasn’t sure when I’d next see my parents, and I’d just left behind a really huge chapter of my life. I knew I was going from seeing many close friends everyday to starting all over from scratch, and I was honestly pretty emotional. Still, I was excited to practice my abismal driving.
We stayed with Nathan’s lovely friends (shoutout to Bridget and Jared for being phenomenal!) in Edwardsville our first night.
Our first major destination was St. Louis, where we had a delicious brunch at one of Nathan’s favourite cafes, went up the arch, and visited the zoo. I’d never been, and I was super psyched to explore even though I had no idea what the city had to offer.
It was quite a brief trip through, but I inherently liked St. Louis. It felt friendly and modern, but not overly so. Nathan and I both loved the elephants at the zoo!

Cuba: Havana, Parte Dos

These lovely folks actually called out to me to take their photo.
Across from the American embassy.
When the cat tries to eat the camera.
Looking through into the University of Havana.
This is my favourite mural ever.
A very kind man who has lived in Australia as an opera singer.

I heard the jangling song of an icecream man and decided to try it out. He was delighted when this obvious foreigner tried out her broken Spanish on him, and probably more so when I gave him half a cuc for an ice cream that should have costed a peso. It was the most disgusting ice cream I’d ever eaten, strawberry that tasted like cardboard coated in plasticy chocolate, but it was worth it for the conversation.
Colon Cemetry. Not pictured: the two chicken carcasses in front of one grave.

This kid agreed to have his photo taken, but not to smile.

All the brown is rubbish floating in the sea.

While there are supposedly many clubs in Havana, I was honestly more excited for eight hours of sleep after a harrowing final semester. The one night I did go out, I was struck by how much these venues catered to foreigners. In this little cafe, the musicians did not play until six of us–white and black, American and Indian, Kiwi and Swiss–but all foreign to Cuba and carrying valuable cuc, walked in. Cubans hung out outside the cafe, singing and dancing and clapping to the music, but did not enter. Two men, obviously hired, came and encouraged us to dance, but did not smile. One man grabbed my hand and I obliged, trying to feel excitement as he instructed me on basic salsa steps, but unable to become enthused when his face read “just another day at the office.”

Heladería Coppelia, supposedly the best ice cream in Cuba. It must have sat at least a hundred people at one time, and I loved that locals came as well.

Cuba: Havana, Parte Uno

I’m lucky enough to have a good friend who’s family has adopted me for Thanksgiving while in college. Last year, we received the news that Fidel Castro had died, something that wasn’t particularly unexpected but still felt surprising, the end of an era. This sparked a conversation about how Cuba would change in future years, which ended up with us three college students deciding we wanted to visit while we could.

My college has what’s known as “Senior Week,” a whole seven days after the last exams are taken before the graduation ceremony where basically all graduating seniors remain on campus and get drunk. We could purchase a package for $100 that would allow us access to certain deals in town that mainly involved more alcohol. Round trip tickets to Cuba from Baltimore, however, were $200, so I decided that I’d rather get drunk in Havana than in Westminster. (Though I ultimately didn’t have more than a drink at a time, so I guess I failed the college experience.)

Two friends who worked with me for the Maryland General Assembly and one of their girlfriends came along, too, and I loved having a chance to get to know them better, as well.

I’ve spent some time reconciling my thoughts about this entire experience, about the entirely different and incredible society just some miles south of the capitalist United States, and instead of properly ‘blogging’ about this, I’m going to share memories based on photos.

I arrived before my friends did. Waiting in line at the airport to exchange currency, I carefully befriended three girls from Fresno and asked if they’d be willing to share a taxi with me–as they tend to be 25cuc flat rate, this worked out in everyone’s favour.

From their hotel, I had two miles to walk to my hostel, so I made my way to the Malecón, the long seawalled road around the northern side of the city, and meandered along the promenade. All I had with me was my backpack; I would only stay four nights.

I was struck then by how many people were sitting and hanging out with friends, no cell phones in sight, chatting and laughing. How carefree they all seemed!

Hostel DRobles cost me a whopping $6.50 a night. I was considering spending my last two nights at a Casa Particular, in the home of a Cuban. All over the city were signs advertising rooms to rent. However, since I ended up having a friend staying at the hostel with me, I stayed there the whole time.

Museo de la Revolucion

influx of cat photos starts now.

I wasn’t tall enough to look down the cannon so I took a photo instead and this is what I found!
Reagan and Bush portrayed at the Museo de la Revolución

Scripts: Americans, Please Call Your Congresspeople!

You can find contact information for your elected officials here. Do remember they have office hours, though voicemails are also things.

INTRO
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Hi, my name is ____ and I am a constituent of Congressman/Senator _____.

I’d like to speak with a staffer or aide concerning ____.

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BAN OF REFUGEES/CERTAIN PEOPLE

The president’s order banning entry of individuals from Iran, Iraq, Lybia, Somalia, Sudan, Syria, and Yemen is unreasonable and unnecessary. There have been no cases in recent years where emigrants of these countries have caused terrorist attacks.

Currently, the process for allowing refugees into our country is arduous, stringent, and extensive. There is no evidence cases where the process has in anyway fail. Allowing Christian refugees in first shows the president’s bias and is unconstitutional as it does not demonstrate freedom of religion.

This ban stops regular people with their own lives from entering the country: students, employees, people visiting family, and other legal visa holders. We are sending an unwelcoming message to the world by not allowing people with extremely valid reasons to visit to enter our country.

I urge Senator/Congressperson ____ to put pressure on the president or to work on legislation that will allow those with visas, including refugees, to freely come and go from our country.

(sources/further reading: New York Times, Cato Institute)

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ENVIRONMENTAL PROTECTION

I am astounded by the way our president has taken a gag order far beyond common practice by removing certain posts on social media relating to climate change. I am scared by the way our president is showing no concern over the state of the environment in our world. I ask your office to protect Americans.

Climate change is science-backed and extremely real. It has many negative effects on our world today. We need to reduce greenhouse gas and carbon emissions. We need to protect clean air and clean water. We need to move towards renewable energies. We need to conserve our national parks, our farmlands, and our beautiful country.

I beg Senator/Congressperson ____ to work to increase climate change policy and to work with legislation that will protect our environment. I beg him/her to work against pipelines that threaten our access to clean water. I beg him/her to fight not only for me and my fellow citizens, but for the generations of Americans that will come after us.

(sources/further reading: New York Times, Environmental Protection Agency itself)

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AFFORDABLE CARE ACT

The Affordable Care Act allows millions of uninsured people to have high-quality health ensurance. It protects ALL Americans, not just the healthy and young ones. It ensures that people have lots of options for high quality medical care and doesn’t discriminate against people with pre-existing medical conditions.

It also allows people to comapre plans. It increases transparency and gives more information to the people. Healthcare is confusing enough, but the ACA at least gives people more knowledge about what they’re choosing and gives them more options through employers.

This bill has been upheld by the Supreme Court. It’s incredibly similar to a health care plan initially created by a Republican governor, Mitt Romney. It works to protect people from exorbitant fees for medications. It actively keeps American citizens alive.

I ask Senator/Congressperson ____ to work against the repeal of the Affordable Care Act and to ensure the health and wellbeing of all Americans.

(sources/further reading: Forbes, Bustle)

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OPPOSITION TO THE APPOINTMENT FOR U.S. SECRETARY OF EDUCATION

Betsy DeVos has no experience with public schools. She did not go to one. Her children did not go to them. Her career has focused on lobbying and raising money to actively oppose public schools.

DeVos wants to focus on funding religious and private schools. As our students are not guaranteed admission or equal treatment at these schools, this actively works against our students.

She has admitted that she expects to have an influence because of the large sums of money she is able to donate. She has no experience in such a post and will be incomptent and unable to handle the demands of the job. This will lead to future cabinet appointments also being people with no qualifications

I implore you to vote against the appointment of Betsy DeVos.

(sources/further reading: US News, New Yorker)

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Add a personal ancedote if you can! Say something that they’ll remember, even when they’ve forgotten your name. Say something that, when they go home, they’ll feel compelled to tell their family about.

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That super witty and well researched Facebook status you just posted? Call your Congresspeople and read it to them so they get the message, too.

Bustle recently posted a great article regarding calling your representatives about Trump’s refugee ban. The Million Letter March argues that personal letters are effective.

Here is a more extensive site for scripts on a variety of topics.

I’m currently interning for a Maryland assemblyman and I can speak personally to the impact that calling or writing snail mail letters has. We get a lot of emails that were obviously sent through forms, so we reply with our own form. A physical letter that garners a physical response takes much more time, and phone calls are the absolute worst to field. So I implore you to call your Congresspeople and to write letters. Do be nice to the staffers though!

I’m in my third year working for a call center, but making phone calls still makes me nervous. So I thought I’d put together various scripts I use. It still might be nervewracking, but hey, our entire world state is pretty nervewracking right now.

Abroad? Buy Skype credit. Got no money on your phone? Dig a little further on their websites; they all have 800 numbers.

Please let me know if you have any suggestions/things to add! I’ll be using these crutches extensively and the more powerful the better.

South Dakota: Badlands National Park

Oh, how photos do not capture the Badlands! And my ancient phone’s even less so. I’d been wanting to go there for years and was excited to finally get the chance to drive through.

While I’d love to go there in summer and camp, in winter, the silence was overwhelming. The Badlands stretch on for miles in every direction after you drive in, and when you stop and step out, the wind tugs at your skin and the chilly air begs you to rush back inside. The land around me inspired me to run and run and run, though I knew I’d never feel as though I had made it anywhere.

The formations are history in front of you, large rock spires and formations with various colours and layers of various types of sediment, a geologist’s dream. They remind me of a child’s lego dreams combined with a seismograph and enlarged, or the odd doodle at a grandiose scale. The numerous shapes and sizes on the stones that go on forever are absolutely incredible.

The silence is nothing I’d ever experienced, with the wind and the odd rabbit bounding the only disturbances to utter silence. No leaves whisper here; no branches crack; no water falls.

And it’s magical.

South Dakota: Wind Cave National Park

Though I’d never heard of Wind Cave National Park, it quickly became one of the coolest places in the world in my books. The park might not be as popular as others but it has a lot to boast with an intriguing history and gorgeous rock formations. I loved learning about Alvin McDonald, one of the first modern explorers of the park, and imagining his life as a teenager escaping to map out miles of the caves, especially as at the time his only light source would have been a candle.

The many types of rock formations were gorgeous also. After having been caving in the Friouato Caves in Morocco, where we were given free reign to get lost and to crash into anything, and touring the Moravian Karst cave system in the Czech Republic, where tours went far and in depth, it was interesting to compare the different types of protections that various countries use.

South Dakota: Mount Rushmore and Crazy Horse

The thought of working at Mount Rushmore has passed through my head once or twice as it’s a Xanterra property; however, I’ve never entertained it as a serious option because of the lack of things to do there. Visiting it was slightly anticlimactic–as I presumed, there is little to the area other than gorgeous views, and while the monument itself is pretty cool and a fantastic architectural feat, I prefer my hiking.

In contrast, Crazy Horse Memorial will be gigantic and was incredible to look at from afar. Its head alone will be almost 30 times as big as the Rushmore heads, and while it will likely take many years more to be constructed, the project is a marvelous undertaking. My favourite part, however, was probably the food–the tatanka stew I ate there with Indian fry bread was a delicious meal to remember.

Yellowstone National Park: Winter Wonderland

It’s strange to think that, though I worked twelve miles away from it for almost six months combined, I never made it to Norris Geyser Basin, for I have never seen a site as magical as Norris in the snow. Norris always represented “we’re finally on the road!” or “we’re so close to getting home!” or “oh, look at all the traffic; there must be a bear jam ahead.” Norris had never represented a wonderland of colours against a stark white background.

We rode from Mammoth to Old Faithful, and while I didn’t get to stop by my beloved Canyon, I was excited to see friends from prior summers. In two summers, I’d only ever seen Old Filthy go off once–it had never been a priority–so I was impressed to see her erupt again with a mountain of steamy water thrust into the air defiantly, as if she were spiting the snow.

I’ve always admired the strength of Yellowstone  trees and their guardian presence, but never have appreciated them as much as in the winter, when they hold feet of snow upon their limbs, occasionally shaking some off but mostly bearing the grunt. I’ve always felt fond of bison, but they seem much friendlier when they’re walking through feet of snow without a care or on the precarious ground protecting thermal features with their thousands of pounds.

Firehole Falls, always just the place for midnight skinny dipping or midday cooling off, turns into a crazy green fall behind a frozen screen of water. The colours of the mud pots, normally impressive, become grandiose when snow falls on top of their bubbles to provide a contrast.

The entire park is white, white for as far as the eye can see, illuminating the trees and just how incredible the many thermal features are. When I remember Yellowstone, I think of the trails I hiked and the mountains I climbed. Seeing it in winter made me appreciate just why it draws tourists from all over to see the bubbling water and columns of steam.

NaNoWriMo ’16

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This is very much stubbornness now, as these words are of very poor quality and 49.5k of this was written with Write or Die at about 59 words per minute. However, perhaps the two senior theses I’m writing this semester will be moderately okay papers. Huge thank you to the boy for reminding me that NaNo isn’t at all a measure of self worth!

Illinois: Chicago

I was absolutely intrigued to spend two days in Chicago of my six exploring Illinois with the boy. The city is definitely different from those of the coasts and lent itself to a pleasant time filled with walking through the chilly streets and seeing the sights. While the famous Bean was pretty darn cool, I enjoyed the free botanical gardens and zoo the most.

Glacier National Park: Going-to-the-Sun Road

There’s a reason this road is the main attraction of Glacier. I had a bad habit of catching up on sleep while driving this road, but it was well worth being awake for every time.

I also had the best experiences hitchhiking.

The most magical moment of my entire life may have been the morning I did Sperry Glacier, my favourite hike in the park–I had stayed the night with a friend in West Glacier, and the employee shuttle never showed up in the morning. I stuck out a thumb and the first vehicle that drove by pulled over. The motorcyclist offered me his helmet, and though my initial reaction was to not take the proferred help, I decided to be smart. I pulled out my windbreaker and my sunglasses and hopped on for my first ever motorcycle ride. The sun had just risen and the whole entire world was still tinged with pink and orange as we drove around the lake. The wind tickled my hair and I felt so extraordinarily alive.

Another perfect moment came after hiking to Baring Falls and Sun Point with a friend. We were trying to get back to St. Mary, and eventually a pickup truck slowed down and let us into the bed. This time, the sun was setting and everything was beautiful. Though it was cold, it felt like flying to be so outside. We drove past two bears, as well.

The third memorable moment was less spectacular, but spoke to the kindness of strangers in the national parks. After a weekend camping near Lake MacDonald alone I was heading back to Many. A group of ladies picked me up at Lake, offering to take me to the Bend, where they would hike the Highline Trail. Halfway there, the driver suggested that I take their minivan and drive up to Logan Pass and leave it there so that I’d have a shorter distance to hitchhike and they wouldn’t have to take the shuttle later. I didn’t take them up on their offer as I wasn’t sure if I’d know which pedal was the brake, but I appreciated their friendly attitudes.