As the sun dimmed, shadows slowly crawled the canyon walls. The deep red rock curves turned to bright orange flame, striations became darker, deeper, more pronounced and each new version of the visual creation lasted only a few seconds until the next. The temperature dropped quickly. I fumbled with my camera in an attempt to capture a glimpse of the experience, but knew as I was snapping that even the most advanced technology wouldn’t do. After 7 hours of driving and lots of pit stops, this was one of my longest sunset-chases to date, and I’d made it just in time.
You know those nights you have trouble sleeping and wake up every hour and time just seems to be sitting still because you’re SO EXCITED about whatever it is that’s about to happen the next day? That’s me every time I get to fly across the country.
Of the hundreds of reasons I love calling both coasts “home,” getting to see the sun rise over the Atlantic and set over the Pacific in the same day easily holds down the top spot on that list. Whenever possible (and always on Virgin America), I book my flights cross-country according to the show, and having been away from the west coast for 5 months this time, I was extra excited!
I intended to share this the day I got back, alas a grueling combination of some serious post Groove Cruise festival flu and @KarltheFog have had other plans. After a long wait, the longest flu ever (going on day 16) seems to be subsiding and Karl gave me some space, so I can finally share with you guys my favorite cross-country travel tradition:
Since before Christmas, I’ve been trying to bring myself to write a “Best of 2014” round-up. This was my best year yet in travel, and since I just launched the blog in October, I have A LOT of back stories and carefully curated tips and photographs to pour into these pages!
But to be honest with you guys, 2014 just wasn’t a “best of” kind of year. It was a roller coaster year. A year that stripped down so many pieces of my identity so quickly I felt like the new kid who just got “pantsed” in front of the whole high school — then catapulted me to the top of the second highest building in the world on the literal opposite side of the globe.