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Third annual friends trip - booked!




One of the great recent traditions between my best friends and I is to go on an annual trip to explore this great country of ours. It's a chance to spend time together like we used to a decade ago and remember old memories while we create new ones.

 The first two trips have been amazing and, selfishly, have helped me cross more states off my list en route to all 50 by the time I turn 30. This year's trip will be equally amazing - lots of great parks and driving in store this time around.

 Year Three
Spokane, WA >
Glacier National Park, MT >
Yellowstone National Park, WY >
Craters of the Moon, ID >
Grand Teton National Park, WY >
Salt Lake City, UT.

 Living in a city like I do, it makes getting out into nature even more thrilling knowing that I'll be in such an amazing setting with some of my best friends. Less than three months and counting...
Year One
Las Vegas, NV >
Grand Canyon, AZ >
Gallup, NM > 
Cortez, CO / Mesa Verde >
Moab, UT / Arches National Park >
Zion National Park, UT >
Bryce Canyon, UT >
Las Vegas, NV.

 Year Two
Alaska.
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