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Travel For A Better World

When people travel they tend to understand other’s ethnicity, culture and mannerisms better. When they travel they get a deeper insight into other people’s life. When they travel they start knowing what people really are and not just interpret by what is told to them on wiki.

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Far away on the road and hanging by a song…

Finally! Granby- the west entrance to the Rocky Mountain National Park. The 6 and 2 year old passengers had held up well through the winding and steep roads leading from the plains of central Colorado up to the west park entrance near Grand Lake at over 8000 ft. The splendid Colorado Rockies loomed closer. Majestic jagged peaks tipped with snow; an awe-inspiring relic of the slow up-heave that wrinkled the earth’s crust 600 miles from where the pacific oceanic plates slowly nudged themselves under the North American plate. 

I punctuated the journey with attempts to point out the geological events that had created such a beauty,  the liberal measure of passage of time and its effects on what we were now witnessing, the tremendous forces that had molded the earth, trying to convey, and maybe ignite a sense of wonder at the nature in play. The response had been far from the “wow!” and “how? “I was trying to get out of, at least one of them. The responses had varied between”.. Look a birdie!” from the 2 year old to “…when are we getting there…” from the 6 year old and quiet dozes from both.

Along the Trail Ridge road that winds between the two park entrances to a peak altitude of over 12000 feet, we stopped at a nature trail to stretch our collective legs and get out of the steel-and-glass traveling box. I walked ahead to take in the magnificent panorama of the snowcapped mountains and the headwater of a stream that eventually fed into the mighty Colorado river. 

Then I turn. I see two kids following the trail – one in an orange jacket, the other in blue, facing the mountains with the gurgling stream flowing next to them. The two were dancing in some fusion of chicken dance and swing, to a music I could not hear. The mirth and joy flowing from them lighted up the ancient mountains framed by a brilliant blue sky. Several still moments later a thought entered, ”…where the heck is my camera?”

This travelogue presented by Devraj Banerjee, a full time father, physician by profession and described by his childhood friends as a born healer.

Walking through the valley of the shadows

Five hours of “Are we there yet? “, “How long?”, “I am hungry!”, through the Mohave desert brought us to Death Valley National Park. One look at the sand dunes and all the tiredness and cramped limbs were forgotten.
Three generations walk across the sands of time
King of the sand mountain
A new day begins with a fresh cuppa
At 282ft below sea level, Badwater Basin is the lowest point in North America. A concept a little difficult to grasp for the kids. “How can the sea level be so high on the mountain?” “How do they measure it?” “Will my friends think it is snow and not salt when they see my pictures?”
Is that snow, mom? No, its SALT! 

Badwater basin – the lowest place in this part of the world

Death Valley National Park is one of the hottest places on earth. Best time to visit – winter of course!

Picture and Story Credit : Soumi Haldar. 

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