At a crossroads? Before choosing a path, author Christine Lennon recommends making a detour that is at once awe-inspiring and humbling. And connecting to something much bigger than all of us. It's an exercise that has come in handy for her before.
U.S.A. – Sometimes, you come across a place that is so unusual and breathtaking that it changes your life, a view so beautiful that you’re inspired to make some kind of grand gesture to match it, a sight so awesome that it restores your faith in the universe. My first experience feeling truly moved by nature happened in an unlikely place: At the bottom of a sinkhole in central Florida.
These are such challenging times. My family and I thought it might do us some good to get out and see a spectacular part of America and foster some sense of pride in this crazy country. So we are excited for volcanoes! The kids are finally old enough to go on a challenging hike and we need a head-clearing, perspective-altering, connect-to-the-universe kind of experience.
Here, a list of my favorite life-changing natural wonders across the impressive and diverse American landscape.
Location: Gainesville, Florida
Cosmic Connection: Less than two hours north of Orlando and all of its cheery, plastic excess is one of Florida's first tourist attractions, a geological state park outside of Gainesville. Since the 1880s, curious explorers have descended a 212-step stairwell deep into the earth to a miniature rain forest, tiny waterfalls and layers of earth that hide fossil shark teeth and the remains of long-extinct animals. It represents the lesser-known part of Florida that I love, the decaying, Goth-tinged, slightly shadowy corners that aren’t blasted out by the relentless sun. I relished in its weird flavor during my first visit in the fall of 1990, happily surprised to find something so interesting in what I thought, at the time, was an extremely vanilla place. Another surprise is Gainesville itself, a bike-friendly college town with one of the best small museums in the south (The Harn) and the stunning Baughman Center, a non-denominational chapel for “elegant contemplation.”
Location: Southern California
Cosmic Connection: Fast forward to 2001. I was living in Manhattan. My marriage was failing. I was stretched beyond my capacity at work. I wasn’t happy. So I got on a plane to Los Angeles. Driving east on the 10, I was floored by the emptiness of the desert, those mysterious windmills, and the hot, bright sunlight was foreign and familiar in the best way. In Indio, under more stars than I could count, I heard Sigur Ros play Coachella for the first time and thought I had landed on Mars. In a good way. I started plotting my move west right there on the spot and never looked back.
Where: Vieques, Puerto Rico
Cosmic Connection: We spent New Year's on the island of Vieques shortly after much of the island was converted from a military zone to tropical holiday zone. Its long, virtually abandoned sandy beaches felt impossibly remote and perfect — despite the threat of unexploded mines lurking in the shallow water. But the glowing algae in its famed bioluminescent bay is the real draw. When you drag your hand through it, a trail of glowing underwater embers follows. When we landed on the island, we were at a crossroads: I wanted to have children. He wasn’t convinced. I like to think that swimming at night in that bay changed him in some way, and he felt a little stupid keeping that kind of beauty all to himself. By the time we left, we were in it together, ready to start a family.
Where: South Dakota
Cosmic Connection: I don't think of myself as the kind of person who talks about the “golden age” of anything. But if I were, I would be tempted to mourn the golden age of magazines. I worked at Conde Nast when it was at 350 Madison, an imposing building that felt as Citizen Kane as publishing gets. I expensed my lunches. I flew business class. One of my last truly great magazine assignments was for Elle. I was one of four writers charged with the task of shopping across America. I started in Seattle, in a borrowed Range Rover, and drove to Chicago over five days, browsing through vintage stores, resort boutiques and Ikram several years before Michelle Obama put it on the map. I boldly asked my very new boyfriend to make the drive with me. My friends said that we would break up somewhere in Montana or get married. By the time we made it to the Badlands of South Dakota, and spent the afternoon scrambling across those pink striped rocky outcroppings exactly in the middle of nowhere, it was clear that no one was breaking up with anyone. Ever. I was made bolder by those vast, dramatic spaces, and felt braver (by proxy) to make a big swing with relationships again.
Where: Big Island, Hawaii
Cosmic Connection: It’s foolish to wish time to move faster, especially as a parent, but I'd be lying if I said that we weren't counting the minutes until our kids could go for a decent hike. Before Christmas this year we went to Volcanoes, for all of the reasons I mentioned above. We also wanted to show them that when stress starts to cloud your thinking, the best way to clear your head is to get outside and take a walk, preferably up and down a mountain under a clear sky. It doesn't fix anything, but it can start the process of healing.