The Trump Land Snowboard Tour Part 2.

2 Apr

We could of easily spent a week at the National Monument but it was time to move on. The upcoming destination was Yuba State Park, smack in the middle of Utah. The trek in whipped through more of the San Rafael Desert. Finding ourselves taken by all the amazing desert landscape. We arrived at an empty Yuba Lake Campground and found a spot right next to the lake. Another peaceful area to call home for the night. The weather was the warmest we had felt in 5 months, so I pulled out my skateboard and ripped around the campground while Kayley threw her feet up to relax. We sat by the fire, had a beer or two, peered out over the moon lit lake and surrounding snow covered hills.

San Rafael Swell, Central Utah.

Ivy Canyon Rest Area

Ivy Canyon

Yuba Lake State Park, Utah


Hello Skateboard, I missed you.

Another masterpiece of a dinner by Kayley!

Sunset in Utah

Easy on the eyes.

We awoke to the warming sun, and hopped back onto the I-15N towards Salt Lake City. With the windows down we cruised to Nevada. Once out of the city and towards the Utah/Nevada state boarder, the Bonneville Salt Flats made an appearance. An illusion, these flats look more like a forever stretching white lake. It’s not until you dip your foot in do you realize it’s a field filled with mushy, damp salt. Here is where they have many car events, most famously, where people continually try and break the land speed record.

Adventure Mobile/Home/Office.

Getting caught up on the history.

Bonneville Salt Flats, Utah

A weird sight.

She isn’t sure if she is getting her shoes wet or salty.

Can you guess what the first thing was we saw as we pulled through the Nevada boarder?….A casino. This isn’t my first time to Nevada but was Kayley’s first, I had been to Las Vegas years before, so my descriptive image of the state was a wasteland with casinos littered everywhere, I wasn’t expecting much.. In a sense I wasn’t wrong but it was clear after driving through it, there was beauty to the land of gambling.

The northern section of the state featured green fields filled with livestock, zero major cities, snowy mountain tops in every direction and a never ending highway. A real peaceful place.

We arrived at South Fork State Park, about 20 miles south of Elko, on a stellar afternoon. We had the grounds to ourselves, so we both enjoyed long, well needed showers, cooked up a cast-iron meal, aired out the van and gazed upon the South Fork Reservoir (They don’t really have natural lakes around here so they have to make them). The night mirrored the previous evening, a starlit lake with the sun setting behind the mountain range. With no one else around, it gave us a quiet night to rest.

South Fork Recreation State Park, Nevada

Nevada, you are a lot cooler than I thought.

A view I wouldn’t get tired of.

With excitement, we continued to move towards Squaw Valley. The remaining drive through Nevada was as great as the prior day, and just like when we entered, we left with the sight of casinos. Never change Nevada.

As we made our way into the Lake Tahoe area, the insanity of their record breaking winter season was evident, snow piles easily stood 2-3 stories high. No wonder they had to shut this area down for days at a time over the last couple months. We were lucky to be arriving mid-week, this gave us the chance to park for free at the Squaw lot! (They don’t allow parking on the weekends). As much as camping out at different spots is rad, it puts a hole in the pocket.

We arrived at the Lot just as the sun was setting.

Like most of the days this month, day one at Squaw was filled with minimal clouds and tons of sun. If it wasn’t for the wind, we would of been cooking. The snow was slushy immediately since the temps didn’t drop below zero that night. It was clear to say we could chalk this down as another rad spring day. Squaw is super fun, lots of steep runs and with all the snow, it was fair game wherever you decided to take your board. The park and mini pipe were fun to play around on with the super soft snow, we didn’t take many breaks. By the time 2:30 rolled around, we were pooched.


Good Morning Squaw!

Hello Lake Tahoe.

A ride in Starbucks. For all the lazy folks.

Steep slush lines!

Fair to say it was a solid day.

Beer time!

Friday was filled with much of the same, the sun was back out in full force and no wind allowed that snow to be soft quick. Repeating what we had done the day before, knowing the sweet spots gave us the chance to rip what we wanted before packing it up and moving onto our next destination.

Another rad day of slushy turns.

We wanted to stay longer but with the lots only being available on weekdays and all the local campgrounds are buried in snow which wont melt till July, it was necessary to get outta there. The Tahoe area is somewhere we plan on coming back to in the summer months to experience everything else it has to offer. The Sierra Nevada is clearly a rad place to be.

After being at Squaw, that finished all the resorts on our Mountain Collective Pass we planned on hitting during this tour. At this point I think we had ridden 11 of the 16 days that month. It was fair to say we were feeling a little worn. To rest our bodies and mental state, the coast was our new destination. With it being out of reach from Lake Tahoe, we stopped off at a campground just south of Redding, California. The drive in changed drastically, in 4 hours it went from snow, forest and mountains, to palm trees, lush green fields and flowering plants.

Making our way across California.

The campground that night was nothing to write home about. It was busy, no real privacy between each site, at least it was a safe, and a cheap place to sleep.

Spring has arrived!

Our trek towards the California coast, more specifically the Redwoods left us antsy. We were super excited to get there so our patience wasn’t evident, no to mention a giant rockslide delayed us a good 45mins somewhere along the way. A rockslide that happened maybe a couple hours before…. 

It took out the whole road…

In coastal fashion, we arrived to rain. A real change from the last 2 weeks of pretty much straight sun. Our plan was to see as much of the Redwoods as possible, so we started at the south end of their range. Humboldt State Park located an hour and a half south of Eureka, features a solid starting point for seeing these ginormous plants. The rain continued to pour harder but being in the presence of these trees kind of makes you forget how soaked you are. The park is located along the Avenue of the Giants scenic drive, hugged into the deep end of giant Redwoods. It was cool to see the van parked underneath the canopies. As much as we wanted to spend more of the night outside, the rain didn’t allow it.

Humboldt State Park, California

Cooking in the rain.

Anything for food!

Ya, that is one whole tree trunk.

A thousand year old Redwood.

And it’s only March…

Luckily for us, the rain let up the next morning, allowing us to enjoy the entirety of the Avenue of the Giants drive without rain, we even had breaks of sun that morning. The drive, dipping and dodging through these 300 foot trees is an unreal site, mind bending to think how big they truly are.

Hard to take a steady picture in a moving van.

Parked along the Avenue of the Giants.

Giants in the Lady Grove Park.

Misty Coastal Morning.

Our day ended at Jedediah Campground in Redwoods National Park. Located at the northern section of the park, just south of the Oregon border. The park was one of the nicest I’d ever seen. Each spot encompassed by the greenery, and with the giants all around, you could sit down and stare up for hours. With the rain making its delay, we were able to have a big fire, Kayley cooked up an awesome stew and shared a couple cold ones. It really doesn’t get much better than that.

Jedediah State Park, California.


Kayley cooking up!

Lentil Stew!

Not many words can describe this.

The rain returned the following morning, but since we were headed to Oregon, it seemed appropriate. Our mission was to complete the drive of the Oregon coast with having done the northern half in January. Along the way up we stopped off at the Natural Bridge Viewpoint, Umpqua Lighthouse Park, Coos Bay before arriving at Jesse M. Honeyman State Park located in the Oregon Sand Dunes. The campground reminded us of being back in the Redwoods with the similar, damp, coastal feel. The rain persisted but we decided to explore anyways. Buy a good rain jacket, it’ll prevent you from saying you can’t have fun in the rain. 

Natural Bridge Viewpoint, Oregon.

The picture doesn’t fully encompass this scene.

Jessie M. Honeyman Memorial State Park, Oregon.

A few clicks away from the main campground, rainforest trails lead you out to the land of sand. There were dunes that stood an apartment building tall and yes, we climbed up! Close by featured lots of off-roading tracks, clearly an awesome place to do that, the surrounding area was huge with sights of the ocean in the distance.

Green is in season.

Entrance to the Sand Dunes!

Up we go!

Oregon Sand Dunes.

Coming down was easier.

The wet ground didn’t permit a fire, but the area around us was all we needed to stay outside and enjoy the Oregon beauty. Oregon State Parks are the best, always beautiful sights, clean hot showers and affordable!

Morning Greenery!

Oregon is hard to beat.

The rain continued and we finished off the coastal drive the following morning. Kayley, since our last trip to Oregon, had talked about and hoped to see a whale. Luckily for her, this would be the month to see one since they are currently migrating. We stopped off at a viewpoint just south of Yachats, and just as we step out of the van, a nice woman informs us there are whales moving by. Kayley was astatic. They move quickly, but we were able to see a couple fins, barnacle covered backs and water spouts. An awesome way to wrap up the Oregon tour. Thank you Whales!

Whale Watching somewhere just south of Newport, Oregon.

Kayley scoping for those Whales.

Our pit stop for the night was Portland, and with the previous visit being a little bit more miserable, it was nice to experience the city on a overcast afternoon. We caught some wifi at a local Starbucks, got things in order and relaxed in a familiar area.

A week or so ago I had said to Kayley, if Mt. Hood or Baker is getting snow on the way back to Canada, we are going, no questions asked. As I sit in the Starbucks, I pull open some forecasts and what do I see…Baker is expected to get 30-40cms the following day. I looked up at Kay and said, we are going to Baker tomorrow and without hesitation she said, sounds good! Like I said, no questions asked haha. If someone ever says to you “We are going to Mt. Baker”, don’t ask why, just know it’s for a good reason.

With a quick stop at a Sonic (the best American fast food chain), we arrived at a rainy Glacier, Washington. With rain meant the upper levels had to be getting snow. As we made our way up the 542 Summit Hwy, the rained turned into snow. After checking the van in, the snow grew harder and harder. The stoke for tomorrow was high.

The Yeti in its natural habitat. Mt Baker, Washington.

Sun goes down, the snow picks up.

Us and two other campers awoke to a fully white parking lot, and with a couple inches built up on the side mirrors, it was clear today was going to be a deep day.

If every morning could only be like this.

Our personal pow measuring stick.

Baker Lodge Kitty!

Get it?

As the time grew to 9am, we stood third in line and with barely anyone in the lifeline, the turns were going to be endless! The ride up Chair 8 really proved how much snow they received overnight, we pointed each and every direction figuring out where we wanted to ride first, but once we got to the top, the plan was forgotten and went wherever our boards took us. Kayley and I have had our fair share of pow laps this season and after that ride, we both agreed it was the best of the season. A feeling you cannot describe and a feeling you continually try and chase.

Chair 8 Stoke!

The fresh is evident.

Paddled out to a nice swell.


Snow in every crevasse.

Still so much to be had!

The stoke was the highest it’s ever been.

The remainder of the day kept getting better, we hung around Chair 8 the majority of the day, and with no one around, new, fresh lines were there all morning. By the time noon rolled around, both realizing we had easily lapped 8-10 runs of pure joy. The sun began to show its face and with the warmer temps, the snow started getting heavy. Not wanting to call it a day although everything was tracked and with our legs on fire, it was time to say good-bye to this paradise.

Baker in all its beauty!

Cruising through the Chowda!


See you next winter Mt Baker! You treated us more than well!

Mt. Baker is a special place, it finds itself squeezed between two beautiful mountains, Mt. Shuksan and Mt. Baker. Having yourself positioned up there, looking down at a fresh powder line with complete silence (other than all the happy shredders screaming Yew!!) festers a feeling that only can be describe as sublime. Not to get all emotional about it, but as a snowboarder, this is home. Also, it’s super cool that it’s family owned, hosts the Legendary Banked Slalom and people who ride Baker are grassroots individuals who care about being on a board or skis. We will be back Baker, and I couldn’t be more stoked about it.

The Legendary Baker Banked Slalom.

After taking off our soaking gear and enjoying some lunch, we made our way back to Canada, making it to Vancouver late afternoon. The last month was rad, we saw so much cool shit, met amazing humans, and rode our snowboards at places we had only ever dreamed about riding at. The US hosts some of the best terrain for snowboarding, hiking, skating, surfing, sight seeing and just relaxing. From the mountains, to the desert and the salty coast, there is endless places to enjoy. North America is an amazing continent, and for us there is still so much to see. Sometimes it’s hard for me to understand why so many North Americans travel across each ocean to escape, I’m sure they have their reasons, but for me, I will spend my entire life trying to witness everything it has to offer.


The Trump Land Snowboard Tour Part 1.

25 Mar

March is usually the month during the winter season where you get an interesting mix of weather. It can either be a beautiful sunny day or a full on powder day. The best of both worlds, my two favourite days to be on a snowboard or doing anything else outside for that matter. With the plan to witness and snowboard at some of coolest spots America had to offer, we thought March would be the month to do it.

The first place on the list was Sun Valley, Idaho, with it being an uncomfortably long drive from Vancouver, we spent the first night at a BLM campground that hugged the Yakima River, off the I-82 in the south central Washington desert. It was snowed in, with each site fully blanketed in snow, it luckily provided access to hike the surrounding mountain range and a safe place to park for the night.

Yakima River BLM, Washington

Crossing the Yakima River

Getting High in the High Desert 😉

Views from the living room.

Morning Views.

With Sun Valley still out of the reach, we found another BLM campground (Spring BLM Rec. Site), this time in the east central Oregon desert. The farther south we moved along the High Desert, the snow disappeared more and more. We arrived at the site late afternoon to find ourselves enclosed by shrubby brown hills and a muddy Snake River. Overall a cool place to rest and make ourselves a meal. BLM (Bureau of Land Management) land is a huge help for road tripping, they are never too far from a large highway, mostly clean and organized, along with being cheaper than the average State Park.

Spring BLM Rec Site, Oregon

Was it ever quiet…other than the trains that went by every 15 minutes…

The drive into Idaho was sweet. When you enter from the east, the terrain is a little flatter and dryer than the rest of the state but as you move more central, the ground grows and the weather cools. Idaho’s lower mountain range collides with a plateau and when both are covered in snow, it truly looks like you are on another planet. Just a bumpy, pure white surface. Super weird to stare at and drive by for multiple hours.

We arrived in Sun Valley on a warm, sunny afternoon. The resort from a far was one of the oddest shaped mountains I had ever seen, the main bottom lift and gondola is fed by one large single run with no connecting run in sight but I had heard good things about this place, Warren Miller (Legendary ski bum/filmer) even said it was “The best ski resort in the World!”. I mean, I’m not a skier but I will admit Miller was a legend, so that statement holds weight. Later, we wandered around the ski town of Ketchum, a rad community, with fly-shops, cafes and art stores. Locals were all stoked since it was the first day of sun they’d seen in weeks and with tomorrow looking similar, I was stoked as well.

Template Tourist Photo from Ketchum, ID.

Ready to Rip!

The next couple nights we stayed at an overpriced RV/Campground, this area of Idaho was completely snowed in like the rest of the west coast, so our spot was a plowed driveway with 6 feet snowbanks on all 3 sides. The owners of the lot clearly have a grasp on the RV/Camping market in the area since they are the only place near the mountain. Still cheaper than getting a ticket or sleeping in a motel….

As overpriced as it was, the views made up for it.

With the early warm sun shining into our van the following morning, it was set to be a stellar day. We got their early, and awaited inside what can only be described as the most template swanky ski lodge featured in a weird 1980s ski movie. Above the fire place, hung a large picture of who I’m pretty sure is the rich dude from the movie, Out Cold.

Fancy AF

Anyways, the day couldn’t of turned out better, the morning sun was warm, the groomer runs were the best I’ve ever laid turns on and the snow got slushy later on, providing the opportunity to have a little fun with the mountain. The mountain is steep, lots of merging trails that create tons of lips to pop off. It’s clearly a skiers mountain, with us and maybe 15 other snowboarders on the hill all day. If you like gripping and ripping, this is the place to be. The next day was filled with the same, more sun and slushy laps. A solid start to the trip!

Cowboy Country!

A great day to be on a snowboard.

White Lumps in every direction.

Huck it.

With a snowstorm moving its way across the upper western US, we made our way to Jackson, Wyoming! Along the drive, we stretched our legs at Craters of the Moon National Monument. Located on Hwy 26, towards Idaho Falls, the land replicates what I think the Moon would look like covered in snow. It’s a massive area coated in lava rock, sage bushes and odd mounds. When we arrived, the wind picked up and snow grew heavier, only making this place feel more like another planet. The area is a product of major volcanic eruptions thousands of years ago with the chance of another event happening within the next thousand, so go check it out before it’s gone!

Kayley trying to explain something smart to my monkey brain.

We have landed on the Moon, no Aliens in sight.

The drive over the Teton Pass proved how much snow this area had received this winter, with snow banks 3 times the height of the van. The sights were rad driving into Jackson, just how I pictured it. Tons of horse stables and ginormous mountains. If I was a Snowboarding Cowboy I’d reside here (Just ask Mark Carter). Before checking into the Motel (Jackson doesn’t allow car camping/there are zero affordable RV parks in the area), we went into town to see what it was all about. At first impression, as Kayley put it, “This town reminds me of a Theme Park.” She was right, all the buildings look they came out of the “Old West” section of Disneyworld. Knowing me, the two places I gravitated towards was the Fly-shop where this older man got me super psyched for fishing in the area, and the other was AION Boardshop. Aion is a mellow shop, but the owner, Ed, was the raddest of all humans. Originally from Spain, he moved to Jackson 20 years ago to snowboard, getting to know all the local shredders, along with the pros and legends that have come through this area for decades. We chatted for awhile about what powder spots we have hit this year and how much better Canada is (He isn’t this biggest fan of America, and is thinking of moving to Nelson). After the conversation was over, it felt like I had known Ed for years! Thanks again Ed for the chat, it was a legendary one, lets shred sometime!

An Antler Archway, this couldn’t be anymore Wyoming-esque.

Local Jackson Folk

The next couple days in Jackson featured all kinds of weather. Our first day started off great, couple inches of fresh snow and a blue sky. Couldn’t of been better to get to know the mountain. Jackson Hole is a diverse place, in some ways reminded me of Whistler. You can ride the Tram to the top for some steep alpine riding, mid-mountain features tons of rad tree runs and lower has the parks (There are 4 Burton Stash Parks) and wide groomer runs. It fills up the day trying to shred the whole area. Jackson Hole lived up the hype on this day.

Good Morning Jackson Hole!

The Grand Tetons in all their glory.

Stoked is an understatement.

Saddle Tucking, hopefully the Cowboys approve.

Taking it all in!

Necessary Refreshments.

As much as we didn’t want to pay for a Motel room, it was sure nice to go back to have a hot shower after sweating buckets all day and rest the aching muscles. The following day we awoke to reports of the mountain getting 5 inches overnight, so we made sure to get there early and get the first Tram up. With conditions being a total whiteout up top, we tried our best to find the runs with the highest amount of fresh. The first couple runs that day were great but the snow started to get tracked early, and the under layer was icy. With the sun making an appearance later on, we continued onto park laps and slushy turns. The plan was to only pay for two nights at the Motel but with the snow closing both the passes in/out of Jackson, we had to stay another night waiting for a break in the storm. No complaints though, it was nice to sit in front of cable TV in a warm room for one more night.

Powder Hungry Cattle.

Storming morning.

Dropping into the goods.

I went higher, I swear.

Thanks Jackson Hole for the snow and good times!

Driving the next morning towards Salt Lake City started off a little hectic with an hour of whiteout conditions trying to exit Wyoming. But the views pulling into Utah were rad. Watching the city and mountains appear on the horizon sure rid of the stress of driving from earlier. Snowbird was the destination for the upcoming days, we parked ourselves at a Wal-Mart in Sandy, a suburb of Salt Lake, and with it only being a 20 minute drive to the mountain, it was a good place to be.

Not the best driving conditions.

Boot drying station.

Kay’s first time at a Cracker Barrel, a road trip essential.

The Wasatch Mountain range is world-renowned, it hosts Snowbird, Brighton, Solitude, Alta and Park City. Known for its snow and harvesting unreal terrain. Snowbird finds itself on top of the Cottonwood Canyon, a beautiful area, starting with a desert vibe then turning into a snowy dream. The mountain hosts front and backside terrain offering all types of riding. The sun was shining bright and the weather was warm. It was a slush heaven from the first turn. Mineral Basin (the backside) was by far the best, side hits are littered everywhere, and lips to blast off of. One of the best days of slush riding I’ve had. Again, our second day mirrored the first, the sun was out in full force, the snow super soft, a great day to practice whatever came to mind. Also, before I forget to mention, there is a magic carpet that pushes you from the front to the backside of the mountain, inside holds a bunch of info about how Snowbird and Alta came to be and feels like a children’s ride at an amusement park. Very cool.

First Tram up with the best shred partner.

Happy to finally get to Snowbird!

Views of Salt Lake City from the Wasatch Mountains.

Little Cottonwood Canyon.

About to slide down this slushy line!

Beautiful Day to be outside.

Snowbird would be insane on a pow day.

Fuck Alta, you’ll understand if you snowboard.

The Tunnel from front to backside.

Taking in some local history between runs.

I still got sunburnt…

Before moving onto Colorado, we stopped at Green River State Park in eastern Utah, plopped in the San Rafel Desert. The drive down had mesmerizing views, red rocks, huge cliffs, and beautiful rivers, if we stopped at everything we wanted to see the drive would of easily taken 10 hours. The weather was warm giving us a chance to have a fire and cook up a feast. Our site neighbours, Rene and Tom, Salt Lake locals came by to chat. Rene is a songwriter and Tom, who runs his own painting business are the definition of the ultimate life livers. They escaped out west from Ohio to find the snow after meeting in college, finally residing in Murray, Utah. They ski the Wasatch backcountry along with exploring the Utah gems any chance they get. We all shared stories from the road, Rene sung us some great songs and enjoyed a couple beers together. Meeting people as such always make me feel good about this life Kayley and I chose. Keeping being great humans Rene and Tom, it was awesome to meet you guys!

Entering the San Rafel Desert.

More Desert Shots.

Green River State Park.


Good Night Utah.

The drive through Colorado was just as great as it was in Utah, mountain and desert views any way you turned your head. I wasn’t sure if my neck hurt from snowboarding or from taking in all the scenery along the way. We rolled into the Aspen area to find the RV park we planned to stay at was charging an obscene rate and didn’t even offer showers. As Kayley and myself were deliberating on what to do, an awesome dude who worked for the resort overheard and directed us to a bunch of free places to park in the area. After gathering supplies, we took on one of his suggestions and parked at the western lot of Buttermilk. Thanks to his recommendation, it was quiet and gave us a rad view of the full moon that night.

Hello Colorado!

Not a bad sight to wake up too! (Buttermilk West Lot)

Snowmass the next day featured yet again a warm sunny day, this seemed to be a continuing theme this trip. We chose Snowmass over all the other Aspen mountains for two reasons, it is the best on non-powder days and more snowboard oriented. The place was a groomer paradise. I don’t think I’ve seen so many groomed runs before. Not to mention the runs are wide, real wide. I laid down some heavy turns and broke the speedometer that day. Slush made its appearance in the afternoon which gave the best opportunity to check our their famous park. A fun day all around. That night, we ended up parking in the commuter lot below Snowmass Village which luckily allowed for 24hr parking.

Morning Groomers.


Snowmass was the perfect place to lay down some large turns.

The encompassing mountain range.

The second day unfortunately was the worst day we had on this tour. Since the snow softened up the day before and with below freezing temps at night, the runs were icy. Not only that but it was windy, and there was zero visibility. We rode most of the morning and decided to call it a day to save our legs. Not everyday can be ideal.

Our stop that night was at the Saddlehorn Camground in the Colorado National Monument. This place can now find itself in the Top 5 places I’ve ever seen. Not too far from I-5 in western Colorado, the National Monument is a picturesque canyon that lies in Colorado’s high desert. The drive in winds up and through the red rock cliffs with multiple view points. The campground is nestled in the desert bush, a peaceful place to relax with views of the plateau below. The hike around the Canyon provides a new view anyway you look, and as cliche as this may sound, as you stare out, it arises the feeling that nothing else matters. It was insane to think that we were on our snowboards only hours before. Everything about this place is beautiful. If you’ve seen the Grand Canyon, go see this next. I wish I could do a better describing this place but I’ll let the pictures speak for me. 

Our home for the night! Not too shabby.

Love that red rock.

Desert Shrubbery.

No words to describe it.

Kayley very amped to see her first Cactus in the wild.

Window Rock.

Hey there little fella!

Just hanging and taking in the beauty.

Just Insane.

The Saddlehorn.

Good Night Colorado.

Morning Moon.

Watching the Moon go down and the Sun come up!

Sunrise on the Monument.

Bookcliff Viewpoint.

Not ready to leave.

Standing Rock.

Heading back down…

The first leg of this tour has been great, being able to snowboard in Idaho, Wyoming, Utah and Colorado has been something I’ve wanted to do since I started snowboarding. They didn’t disappoint. People who live in these states don’t know how good they have it (Well, I’m sure some of them do). It’s always rad to meet cool people along the way who share similar interests in adventuring and living life to be happy and healthy. When you are seeing so much awesomeness in a small period it becomes hard to take it all in and describe it the fullest ability. Hopefully these pictures did a better job at telling you what we saw and how much we enjoyed seeing it.

I didn’t want to write a giant post about our entire tour since it would be way too long and honestly, who wants to listen to me ramble for that long haha. So call this Part 1, I’ll be putting out the other half shortly. Thanks, much love.