There’s no better way to feel the pulse of Yellowstone than from the saddle. Just a few weeks ago, I set out with a local guide through the park’s northern stretches—the kind of backcountry where the air feels unclaimed and the land hums quietly under you. We climbed partway up a mountain trail, crossed a few streams and open meadows, and spotted multiple bears moving through the distance: calm, unbothered, and very much at home. Clear reminders that this place still belongs to the wild.
There’s something sacred about the desert at night, especially in Joshua Tree National Park. I remember lying flat on my back beneath a blanket of stars, the ground still warm from the day, surrounded by the unique silhouettes of those twisted, stubborn trees. The air was motionless. No traffic. No voices. Just space. It’s one of my favorite parks for that reason—the raw beauty, the almost alien terrain, and the way the sky doesn’t just show up at night, it takes over. Out there, far from city glow and noise, you don’t just realize how small you are: you just feel it. And somehow, that makes the world feel bigger.