After five hours a bus and two ferries we arrived in Stavanger. The entire journey was marked by wind and rain. While I’m sure crossing the water on the ferries would normally be quite beautiful all we saw was grey and water. One of the risks of traveling in shoulder season of course, the weather may or may not cooperate. But if it does you are often blessed by the absence of other tourists. It was a gamble, and as the rain ravaged the sides of the ferry we were very uncertain how our luck would turn out Continue reading
The mist flowed in mid-day, as promised by our guides. We sat around a long wooden table in the aptly named Misty Mountain Lodge, exchanging glances of mild concern. The lodge, in the middle of tea plantation country had little to do, and the mist brought with it further sense of isolation. The more adventurous of our group decides to venture out anyway to explore as much as we could with low visibility.
Along the AT
All of a sudden it was our last weekend in the US. 13 weeks down, only one to go until we head back to Ireland. It’s been a great summer, 10 cities, 13,000 miles flown, family, new friends, old friends, and incredible adventures. So, naturally it flew by. A recap deserves its own post, so for now: our last weekend we spent camping along the AT. Continue reading
The Flat Tops
As luck would have it, I’ve been able to visit my sister in Colorado several times a year due to a very convenient United Airlines flight pattern. We both feel pretty lucky we get to see each other so often, even if it’s just a 16 hour layover where we meet for sausage and beer at Wurstküche. We’ve explored Fort Collins, RMNP, Estes Park, Boulder, and Denver. This time, we headed further afield towards Steamboat Springs for our first sister-camping trip.