By Vahishta Mistry
We all dream of happiness and we know that its synonymous with success. Succeed and you will be happy. Hit the pinnacle. Scale the summit. We dream of clawing our way up past the others who compete against us to reach the rarified atmosphere known to only a few successful people. We all want to …
Thanks to a strained knee, I couldn’t go on too many hikes after Canyonlands National Park – so Sam and I decided to take a day-long road trip out of Bryce Canyon National Park along Scenic Route 12 through the Escalante Grand Staircase National Monument. The Wikipedia entry on it is quite dry and doesn’t …
As much as I dislike clichés, I have to make a very clichéd disclaimer at the beginning of this post: No matter what anyone ever tells you about Burning Man, or whatever you read, it will never be the same as you experiencing it. Also, every experience of Burning Man is unique. So my account …
Utah was always going to be the venue for most of my camping in the US. Something about the rocky, rugged mountains and deserts spoke to me, called out to me. My journey to Southern Utah and its many national parks has already been chronicled, but I’ve missed out on sharing some important highlights. One …
I’ve always been skeptical about everything. There’s always been an innate distrust of coincidence, in my life. Perhaps it comes from a constantly questing nature, the need to probe and push and try and figure out why something happened the way it did, rather than accept that it was ‘fate’ or luck. But I have …
For as long as I can remember, the desktop picture on my home computer has been a weathered, eroded arch of red stone. It’s a feature of the landscape in southern Utah, where wind and water have sculpted stone over millions of years into an alien and unrecognizable landscape. Every time I’ve reinstalled Windows or …
Dear people of the internet. I have a confession to make. I have been struggling since puberty with the urge to rape women. Not any specific woman, just women in general. I suppose it started with the advent of cable television in the 90s, which heralded an influx of western culture that my primitive, pubescent …
This is the last of a four part series of posts about traveling by Greyhound. Please start from the beginning, if you haven’t already! In a Greyhound bus, you have the choice of a window or an aisle. The aisle is warmer, easier to sleep in and has access to the toilet. But for the …
If you haven’t already done so, please read part one of this series before reading this piece! By the time I bid farewell to Carol in Nashville, I was feeling like a seasoned pro at goodbyes. That’s not a great thing to feel, but there were positives to the situation. My wireless connection was working …
I’m woken from my sleep by the sound of hissing air brakes and the harsh light of the overhead tubes as they spring to life. The driver begins to speak. “OK, folks, this is Salt Lake City. We’ll be arriving at the Greyhound station in just under five minutes and I wanted to let you …