You hear about it all your life... and it sounds so elusive.
For a New England girl it seems the only way to get there would be through photos or a endure a cross-country road trip... and even then, in the imagining, the adventure seems to be the road trip itself. Unless of course, you are travelling further by mule.
But who knew?
Who knew that leaning on that rail with the wind rushing at you would be an adventure all in itself? And who knew, that just by taking in the rocky view before me, that I could travel further... without a mule?