“Give me the comma of imperfect striving, thus to find zest in the immediate living. Ever the reaching but never the gaining, ever the climbing but never the attaining of the mountain top.” — Winston Graham
While this tiny creek is too small to make most maps, it makes it on the list of my favorite places. -- Photo by Pat Bean
Travels With Maggie
Wyoming's Grand Teton, photographed at the end of a hike to Taggart Lake, makes my long, long list of favorite places. -- Photo by Pat Bean
I get tongue-tied when people ask me what’s my favorite place among those Maggie and I have visited in our RV travels.
How do you name one among so many?
I’ve discovered beauty and awesomeness everywhere I’ve gone, from coast to coast and border to border.
I’ve ridden to the top, in a tiny cramped ball, of the Gateway Arch in St. Louis, crossed the Golden Gate Bridge in San Francisco, stood beneath Washington, Jefferson, Roosevelt and Lincoln at Mount Rushmore, and gazed down on New York City from the top of the Empire State Building.
All these places were awesome.
But just as grand and beautiful in the eyes of this nature-loving old broad have been all the nature refuges, lakes, mountains, rivers big and small and even the trees, especially the redwoods, that Maggie and I have visited.
Yes. Perhaps that’s the answer. My favorite place is where Mother Nature resides.
Bean’s Pat: 20 Minutes a Day: Saturday Morning http://tinyurl.com/6w8ce3h A writing prompt that had me laughing all the way through.
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