The captain came over the loud speaker and announced that we were approaching our descent into Jackson Hole Internation Airport. I removed my earbuds which had sung me to sleep for the last three hours and peered out of the oval-shaped window, allowing light to pour onto the contours of my face. I looked down and was awestruck with what my eyes presented to me. Frosted mountain crests reached towards the airy clouds into the aqua blue sky. The rich green color from the forests contrasted against saturated deep blue of the vast lakes creating an array of dazzling earth tones. I felt myself thousands of miles above it all feeling like I had just seen an artsit paint a massive mural right in front of my eyes. "Is this real life?" was all my brain could translate the sight into. As it registered that this was my playground for the next week I become eager. I wanted to feel my hands grasp the dense rock formations; to breathe in the crisp fresh pine scent; and to hear the faint native calls of the wildlife.
Within hours the destination would soon became one of the most rejuvenating trips I had ever experienced. Not rejuvenating in the way that we lounged day in and day out in the summer sun, trying desperately not to move a finger, but rather the opposite. It revitalized the part of my being that lives for adventure. From white-water rafting the rampant rapids of the Snake River, to clinging on the back of an ATV speeding through the desolate mountain tops, I simply couldn't sit still.I was free to roam amongst the wild buffalo and gently pick the wildflowers from the tall grasses. Being nestled in between two national parks, the quaint ski village presents lush mountain landscapes in 360 degrees at all times. Everywhere we went was undeniably breathtaking. It was invorgorating to feel so alive within mother nature. In fact I'm pretty sure a few times she may have actually whispered in my ear, "you belong here."
There's something so marvelous about roaming through the wild. You are present and you are aware of even the smallest details. As you walk through the dirt paths the landscape allows you to grow wiser from the earth's old age. It teaches you that there is peace and stillness available in all aspects of life.
As I grievously returned home to the city's rushing traffic and littered streets, my heart yearned for that same tranquility that the wild had shared with me in the mountains of Wyoming.