This past week, my family and I went camping in Olympic National Park, a massive park primarily known for its rainforests. Naturally, I was sick the entire week, which kept my energy constantly low and made hiking difficult, but I still really enjoyed the trip. Although living in the Pacific Northwest has made me somewhat jaded towards massive trees, the scenery was so different from what I’m used to that I couldn’t help but be amazed.
We walked through rainforests, visited beaches and tidal pools…
…explored mountains (and came across a number of wildlife)…
…and gawked at dozens of magnificent waterfalls.
We only saw a fraction of the park, and my parents are already planning to return sometime within the next few years.
I’ve written before about how I use our camping trips to center myself, and this trip was no different. Returning home, I feel more at peace. Less anxious. More capable of handling whatever comes next. This is, in part, why I travel: because home feels more like home when I return.
I have no idea what I'm doing.