Wait, what do you mean by surprise?

Jen and I want you (or someone like you) to help choose a surprise destination for our April road trip. We won’t know where we are headed until a random number generator chooses a suggestion from the entires you and others have submitted. Having already packed before the selection, we just get in the car and go, planning out the trip as we go.

The process

Use the Google Form below to submit an entry that follows the important rules outlined below before we leave on April 12.

On April 12, we’ll pack our car for the trip. We’ll log into the form, find out how many entries there are, and then use a random number generator to pick a number for us. We’ll use that number to select the corresponding entry. If the entry meets the rules listed below, that will be our required destination. If it doesn’t meet our rules or is otherwise invalid, we’ll simply discard it and pick another random number. Once we learn where our destination is, we’ll hop in the car, hit the open road, and plan the trip as we go.

Obviously, we’ll likely add some additional stops on our itinerary, based on our prior knowledge and our after-the-surprise trip planning, but we’ll make sure to at least visit the selected destination. If the destination is boring or not fun, we won’t stay long and will simply move along to find something better. After all, we take road trips to have fun.

Follow #SurpriseUsRoadTrip on twitter or my stories on instagram for more updates, including during the road trip itself.

The rules

We’re placing some limitations on the suggestions. If your entry doesn’t meet all of these requirements, it’ll be disqualified and we will have to randomly select another entry. You can submit multiple entries.

Destinations must:

• be within 6 hours of driving time from Phoenix (calculated by Google Maps)
• be accessible by car (or easily accessible on foot—no submitting destinations that require difficult hikes, paddles, climbs, etc)
• be legally accessible without a permit or reservation
• not be located in Mexico
• be places we can safely drive to (and out of!) in my Subaru Outback without any consternation (in short, don’t send us someplace that requires high clearance or 4WD driving skills)
• not be impacted by things like flooding, wildfire, safety concerns, shitty beer, etc. (ok fine, we might go to places with shitty beer, but only because we’ve already packed our own)
• not be an inappropriate place for us to visit publicly (eg, no underground sex club, random person’s house, opium den, MAGA rally, etc)

Why are we doing this?

For fun!

We’re also believers in the idea that you can have fun on nearly any trip, and this is a way to test that theory out. Let’s see if we do!

And if we do…

If we enjoy this, we’ll likely do another one next year that involves flying somewhere and doing a surprise roadtrip from there (maybe we’ll have two rounds and even let you choose the city we fly to). After that, we’re tentatively planning a “dice” trip, where we fly into some European city, roll some dice, and let it choose our path for us. For instance, first roll of the dice determines which train platform, second roll determines how many stops we’ll go before getting off. Or some similarly random way of selecting destinations. We’ll continue to repeat this until we have to make our way back to the airport to fly home.

Here’s the form to submit for entries.

If you can’t see the embedded form below, you can find it here instead.

Thanks for participating! Feel free to submit more entries.

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There wasn’t really much on the itinerary for the weekend besides just hanging out. The only tourist destination I wanted to hit was Mills Ends Park, which is known as the World’s Smallest City Park. And it obviously wouldn’t take much time to do that.

Given the rainy weather and to keep things simple, we decided to skip outdoor adventures and just hang out in the city.

And besides, I’ve only visited a few of the many breweries in Portland, so this would provide a good excuse to do so while ensuring that we had plenty of time to visit.

Over the course of four days, we managed to hit a solid smattering of breweries and shared a number of flights. We caught up on the latest news about our lives, talked about our recent and upcoming trips, and plotted out future visits. It’s always great to hang out with one of your favorite friends—especially over some tasty beverages.

But one of my favorite activities this weekend was simply scrolling through all of the photos we’ve taken together over the years. We’ve made a lot of fun memories.

Why Lucie and I first met

For all the adventures and good times we’ve had together, it’s amazing that we’ve only known each other for a few years. We met during a backpacking trip to Havasupai in 2014 that was organized by a Meetup group called Arizona and Beyond.

It was my first trip with the group, and I didn’t know anyone going on the trip. Did you just cringe at the thought?

Sure, it can be a bit uncomfortable in a situation like that. Luckily for me, I stepped beyond that initial awkwardness and went anyway. And boy, I am so happy I did.

Fry bread ftw

I first exchanged some general pleasantries with Lucie during a snack break on the hike down, though we really didn’t chat much on the rest of the hike. Not long after arriving at the campground, however, we decided to split some Indian fry bread—and well, it was friends after that.

Fry bread has a way of making friends, especially at the end of a 10 mile hike.

But frankly, so do shared adventures.

The truth is that we probably would have become good friends either way after our Havasupai trip. Sharing a fun trip with others just tends to do that.

In fact, I made a number of cherished friends on that trip—ones that’d I travel extensively with. By the following weekend, I was joining many of them for a Cinco de Mayo party on Saturday and leading them on a trip to Cibecue Falls on Sunday. By the end of the summer, many of these new friends and I had completed another half dozen backpacking trips, plus a number of other day trips, happy hours, and other get togethers.

This shouldn’t be that surprising. A group of adventurous backpackers is sort of right in my prime target zone for friends.

But that’s the point. If you’re just willing to show up, it’s not that hard to make new adventure friends.

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An imperfect trip

We hadn’t planned on doing this trip in 2018. But since we were so close to completing my national parks quest—and because we found some cheap(er) flights—we decided to stretch a bit and get it done this year. That would open up a possible international trip in 2019.

It wasn’t the perfect timing (it’s the rainy season), and we would have preferred to have a couple extra days for the trip. Given our destinations and the available flights, our itinerary would be a bit wonky too. We’d fly to Fiji from LAX, stay a night, then fly to Samoa, stay a night, then cross the island so we could fly to American Samoa from a different airport, and stay in American Samoa for a few days—before then working our way back to Fiji again. And it would cost more than we had budgeted for travel this year.

But it’d work. That’s one of the tenets of our travel philosophy: an imperfect trip is always better than a perfect trip that never gets scheduled.

How we nearly missed our anniversary

One of the reasons to do the trip this year was to celebrate our three year anniversary. Because we had larger trips planned over the holidays these last two years, we’ve had to make due with less desirable trip destinations for our anniversary. We were hoping to finally reverse that. We’d celebrate our anniversary (a Sunday this year) in the South Pacific!

But we nearly failed—for a sneaky little reason. We would leave Phoenix on a Friday night after work, flying overnight. But because we’d cross the International Date Line during the flight, we technically wouldn’t be landing until Sunday morning—missing Saturday completely. Had we booked the trip to leave a day later, as we had once considered, we would have missed our anniversary entirely this year.

It’s similarly confusing when you travel from Samoa to American Samoa, which is a short 25 minute flight in a small commuter plane. Our flight departed on Tuesday at 10:35am but landed the day before, Monday, at 9:50am. Thank goodness that it was Jen who had to figure out all these bookings.

Bula!

It’s hard to spend much time in Fiji—at least anywhere that tourists might go—without hearing the greeting “Bula!” countless times each day. It was downright unusual to encounter a non-tourist and not being greeted with it. It’s both endearing and a bit unnerving, at least at first. On one hand, I guess it’s great for your existence to be confirmed by every passerby, but it also gets a bit tedious, too—especially when you have to interrupt your conversation to respond back. If the greeting wasn’t always delivered with a smile, you’d start to feel like a flight attendant robotically thanking each passenger as they deboard a plane. I’m not sure this happens at the same frequency in everyday life among local residents, but it’s sure memorable when you visit from afar.

Having failed to research local customs prior to the trip, when we first landed I didn’t realize that I’d be greeted with “bula” so routinely and, nursing a cold, I didn’t always hear what was said.

So occasionally, I thought I heard the word “hola” as someone passed by. As an Arizonan, I’d reflexively respond with “hola,” and then immediately feel stupid—like when the usher at the movie theater says “enjoy the movie” and you respond with “you too” just out of habit…and well before your brain can stop your mouth from moving. This happened more often that I’d like to admit that the first day, though I eventually developed the routine.

The resorts we booked

We’re generally not what you might call “resort people.” When we travel, we usually opt for cheaper accommodations, rarely choose full service hotels, and are generally more comfortable being on our own rather than constantly waited on. For instance, we’d prefer to bring our own beverages to the pool rather than order from the poolside bar—if only to save some cash.

Because we’re often traveling fast, we also tend to spend very little time at the hotel to begin with. Living in Arizona, we don’t view hotel pools—even really nice ones—as particularly special. We also don’t spend much time relaxing on the beach, opting instead for more active activities. So booking nice resorts rarely makes sense for us.

But for this trip, the best hotel choices in Fiji and Samoa seemed to be resorts.

Sheraton Fiji Resort

We chose the Sheraton Fiji Resort largely for its price, convenient location, and the fact that it also offered us access to the pools of two additional adjacent resorts. We figured that we might better entertain ourselves with more options available to us, and we were right.

The resort is located on Denarau Island, which is basically a gated community comprised of resorts, the port where many boat tours leave from, and a golf course. It’s entirely separated from the rest of city and even features a gate house at the entrance. So if you’re looking for a hotel to mingle with the locals and take in some authentic Fijian culture, look elsewhere. But it is a convenient and attractive destination for those primarily concerned with relaxing by the pool and sipping fruity cocktails.

And that was our basic itinerary for our first day in Fiji—just relaxing at the resort while we acclimated to the time change. Fresh off the long (and predictably sleepless) flight from LAX, we arrived at the resort before 7am. Luckily, the resort was generous and let us check in to our room immediately. We grabbed a quick nap, applied sunscreen and bug spray, then made our way to nearest pool.

We each grabbed overpriced drinks from the poolside bar and toasted our three year anniversary. We sipped on our drinks and enjoyed the ocean view, before growing a bit bored. What can I say? We’re just not very good at doing nothing while on a trip.

It didn’t take long for us to notice a small convenience shop across the pool that sold wine and beer at a fraction of the cost of the poolside bar. We bought some and made our way to a second pool, turning the complimentary Fiji Water bottle from our room into a pool-safe wine glass.

The lonely woman from England who gave us a sunburn

This second pool resembled a lazy river wrapped around a tended garden, except without the jets and inner tubes. We slowly walked a few laps around, drinks in hand. Eventually, an older English woman started a conversation—one that just would not end.

It was pleasant enough, mostly focused on travel, but it was clear that she was dying for personal interaction, her husband sound asleep after some morning drinking. Minutes passed, and then an hour, and we couldn’t quite pull ourselves away. Nearly two hours later, we finally managed to break off the conversation and exited the pool—only to realize how burnt we had gotten while being stuck there longer than expected.

Tanoa Tusitala Hotel in Samoa

We stayed at the Tanoa Tusitala Hotel near downtown Apia in Samoa, which would allow us to easily explore Apia Town on one of the nights. But our taxi ride through the city from the airport was uninspiring and we quickly decided to just relax at the hotel, especially since I was still sick.

It’s a pleasant hotel, with lush gardens that make you to forget that you’re in the middle of the city. But it’s also not a very large property, so there aren’t many options if you’re spending substantial time there. Nonetheless, we relaxed, enjoyed some drinks, and occasionally the pool on more than one evening there.

Our Samoan waiter/taxi driver

One thing that was readily apparent in both Samoa and Fiji is that the locals are hungry for tourism dollars. We were routinely asked by hospitality workers about our trip plans, everyone angling to land or retain a customer.

Taxi drivers wanted to know if we needed another ride later in the week. Waiters would make friendly conversation about where you’re visiting from and then offer to be your tour guide on their day off. While it could get a bit annoying, it was also hard not to appreciate their hustle.

So after some quality service by a waiter in Samoa, we canceled the hotel shuttle and booked him as our taxi driver the next morning to the airport.

Beers and crabs on the beach

For our last night in American Samoa, we decided to forgo the hotel bar and instead grab a six pack and enjoy the hotel pool—only to find it unexpectedly closed for maintenance. There was a small beach near our room, so we headed there instead.

We apparently crashed a crab party on the beach—there were dozens, jittering up and down the beach. They were rather timid at first, scattering across to the other end of the beach or quickly burying themselves in the sand when we approached. Eventually, however, they made their way back to where we were sitting. Luckily, I had grabbed my headlamp from my backpack, which I used to shoot this short 30-second video.

Mosquitos and Dengue Fever

One of our biggest concerns prior to the trip was the risk of mosquito-borne illness, especially given the Dengue Fever outbreak the region experienced last year. The National Park Service offers several warnings on their website, and we were cautioned by other park travelers to take the issue seriously.

And so we did. We brought long sleeved shirts and hiking pants and treated virtually everything with permethrin. We stocked up on DEET, both in spray and wipes. We arrived to find plenty of warnings—at the airport, on billboards, and in pamphlets.

And…we promptly encountered virtually zero mosquitos. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

The airport in Samoa

We’ve flown out of some small airports in the past, but the Fagali’i Airport felt more like a small bus station than an airport. As the case with many buildings here, most of the “lobby” of the airport was lacking walls and open to the elements, sort of like a half-fale. There were some waiting benches, two desks that served as ticket counters, and a large table awkwardly placed where you might stand in line.

There was no one around, so we patiently waited in the lobby until our flight time approached, noticing that locals began lining up near the table. We soon learned that the table was akin to the security line. Two security officers used the table rummage through each passenger’s luggage by hand before allowing them to check-in at the counter, a process that involves weighing both your bags and yourself.

It’s hard to say that this was an effective security check. The officer looked at Jen’s luggage first, opening it up to find an incredibly organized suitcase filled with a variety of Eagle Creek Pack-It travel bags—apparently not what he was used to seeing. He grunted, then peaked into a single one before passing her through. The officer must have spent a total of 5 seconds looking at just one half of my suitcase, poking my packing cube of shirts, before allowing me to pass.

After we checked in, a similar exercise with our small backpacks occurred in the hallway leading to the gate, along with a quick wanding with the handheld metal detector. A few steps further and you found yourself at the immigration desk, which featured the world’s cheapest sign—literally just a sheet of copy paper with the single word Immigration printed on it.

After getting our passport stamped, we turned the corner and found ourselves in the waiting room. This small room had two glass doors exiting right out to the waiting plane with a few benches. We sat directly in front of the door. When the departing flights were announced, a worker would just pop his head into the room and say the destination’s name, and a few people would shuffle out the door and onto the plane. I’ve had to show more proof to get my In-N-Out Burger order at the counter.

On the return flight, there was a bit of a backup at customs at this same airport. So naturally, our bags were completely waved through the security checkpoint without any inspection.

An authentic cultural experience?

I tend to be more interested in the natural environments of the places we travel to—so exploring cities and local food & culture usually takes a back seat on the itinerary to mountains, waterfalls, and coral reefs. But we both appreciated the cultural education we received during our respective land tours in both Samoa and Fiji.

Granted, throughout the trip, it was clear that there were differing levels of authenticity in some of the “traditional” cultural practices demonstrated for tourists like ourselves. For instance, there was a wide difference in the kava ceremonies performed on Schooner Island than the one performed at the village we visited. It wasn’t hard to figure out which one was geared more towards tourists.

Whenever I’m in one of those situations, I always find myself wondering how much of it is authentic and how much is simple entertainment. In the end, it probably doesn’t matter much. We’re never in a destination long enough to really take in the intricacies of culture anyway. Broad strokes can still give you a sense of what a place is about.

Speeding tickets in Fiji

One of the more surprising things we noticed during our long bus ride in Fiji was how many speed traps there were on Queens Road, the major highway accessing the “Coral Coast” along the southern end of Viti Levu. There were both speed cameras, as well as numerous police officers standing behind their vehicles with radar guns.

I also noticed that our tour guide, standing in the front of the bus as we traveled, would routinely flash hand signals towards oncoming traffic. I asked what he was doing, and he revealed an intricate system alerting other drivers to upcoming speed traps. Apparently, flashing your lights is a ticket-able offense, so these hand signals have evolved instead. Maybe our cultures aren’t so much different after all?

The only Americans around

One of the things I hadn’t expected was that we’d be one of the few Americans around these islands. It doesn’t matter much, of course, but it just hadn’t occurred to me that we would encounter so few Americans wherever we went—we’re usually quite ubiquitous in tourist destinations.

The vast majority of tourists were from Australia and New Zealand, with another smattering of English and Germans. We managed to run into some of the same tourists on different tours or islands.

“Oh, look, the Americans are on this tour, too.”

Thanks for reading!

If you haven’t already, be sure to check out the rest of the trip posts.

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Our time in Fiji was split between three main days.

After arriving in the early morning from the mainland, we spent the first day at our resort on Denarau Island near Nadi, with nothing planned but to rest and acclimate to the time change. That day happened to be our three year anniversary—the first we’ve celebrated in a “prime” destination. The next morning, we’d fly out to visit American Samoa for a few days, followed by a couple days in the nation of Samoa, before returning to Fiji.

Back in Fiji, we spent a day snorkeling on one of those small, uninhabited islands that Fiji is best known for. And the final day, we cancelled our original plans to rent a car and find our own adventure and opted instead to book a tour that focused more on Fijian culture and the interior of the island. It was a good call.

Snorkeling off a private island

Like many of the day trips from Denarau, ours was aboard a fancy boat—a 100 ft schooner called Whale’s Tale—and destined for a small “private island.” Breakfast and booze were complimentary, and once on the island, we’d be greeted with a kava ceremony.

In true Fijian fashion, the uninhabited island was not much more than a few buildings on a wide sandy beach surrounded by some coral. While an idyllic setting, it’s more impressive as a mental construct of a “tropical island” than it is as an actual physical location. That said, we were happy to have arrived and looking forward to the experience.

Sandwiched before and after lunch, the day was comprised of two primary “play” periods, which consisted of either a guided snorkeling trip, a ride in a glass-bottomed boat, or free time on the small island, which meant either playing sand volleyball, relaxing with a drink, or paying extra for a massage. We, of course, had arrived ready to snorkel—though we were disappointed to learn we’d have to stay with the guide.

The first snorkel was somewhat as we expected. If you’re a seasoned snorkeler and are used to snorkeling on your own, getting stuck in a large crowd of first-timers can be a bit disappointing. People carelessly scare fish away, and the guide spends all of his energy trying to keep everyone wrangled. At best, it’s much harder to get a clean photo without a random arm or leg in the shot. So we did our best to stay at the fringes of the crowd, and occasionally succeeded.

After a buffet lunch, we headed back out for a second snorkeling tour. With everyone else either drunk, opting for the glass bottomed boat, or playing volleyball, there were just a handful of snorkelers this time. Even better, the three others in the water with us quit after just a few minutes.

That meant it was just the two of us and the guide. Once he figured out that he didn’t have to worry about us in the water, we pushed on much further than before. We were the only two Americans on the tour, so anytime the guide wanted to get our attention to show us something interesting, he’d call us America, as in “Hey America, come see this.”

We swam much further from shore, even skirting deep water at the reef’s edge. Covering more water meant the opportunity to see more species of both fish and coral. And since it was just the three of us, our guide could even point out specific things in the water.

This second snorkeling session was night-and-day better than the first, both in terms of the fish and coral we saw, as well as the general experience. In fact, the guide seemed to be having quite a bit of fun too, and apparently lost track of time—we hurriedly returned to the island later than we should have.

Just minutes after returning to the beach, we were back on the main boat, sipping drinks and enjoying the scenery on our return voyage.

Touring the “Jewel of Fiji”

Our last day in Fiji was dedicated to the “Jewel of Fiji” tour. This was an all-day tour that brought us halfway across the island to a small traditional village. It was a long shuttle ride—nearly three hours each way—but it also gave us an opportunity to see quite a bit of the countryside.

The waterfall

From the village, we shuttled up the Navua River in motorized wooden longboats. For a solid hour, the otherwise lush canyon walls of this gorgeous river canyon were punctuated by a number of waterfalls, of both impressive and diminutive size.

After a short hike to avoid some minor rapids, we arrived at a side canyon, with an intriguing trail leading into the dense forest. We docked, and a walked few minutes into a narrowing canyon. The interesting but awkwardly constructed trail followed a creek, which was interrupted by several small cascades and chutes eroded into the rock.

The trail ended at a substantial waterfall, with a pool large enough for swimming. We snapped some photos, dumped our stuff, and made our way into the clear pool. The water was colder than you’d expect, but still worth the chill.

Had we not just completed an amazing swimming tour of Samoa that sported similarly scenic waterfalls, this might have been the highlight of our trip. Instead, it nearly seemed old hand, like a favorite hike you’ve been doing for decades—a rather unexpected feeling for a desert dweller like myself who doesn’t exactly swim in tropical waterfalls very often.

After the swim, we hiked back to the longboats and made our way back downstream. Part of the way back, we stopped and transitioned into a traditional bamboo raft—the primary means of local transportation prior to motors.

The raft was buoyant…but not quite enough to prevent us from getting bit wet. And of course, it was much slower and clumsier. And there were several harmless spiders doing their best to stay dry, which the other tourists were less than thrilled to notice. The lesson wasn’t lost on us; things are easier these days.

Eventually, we loaded back into motorized long boats and returned to the village. The trip back was just as beautiful as the trip upriver, giving us new perspectives on waterfalls we had seen before—as well as revealing some we had missed.

The village

Back at the village, we were greeted by ceremony—the primary feature of the second half of the day. We first congregated under a fale where a lovo was being unearthed, containing a portion of our lunch. While the finishing touches were put on the meal by the women of the village, we entered the bure (the main village meeting house) to take part in an extensive welcome and kava ceremony—this one was quite a bit more involved than during the snorkeling tour the previous day.

The kava ceremony was followed by a war dance performance, and eventually by what’s known as taralala and tuboto, or snake dance, which resembles a conga line. More entertainment followed, as did lunch itself.

After lunch, we congregated under a fale outside, where we learned several lessons about coconuts and a few village women demonstrated traditional weaving and tapa painting techniques.

Nearing the end of the day, we returned to the bure, which now sported handcrafted goods spread across the floor, the village woman who made them sitting behind her jewelry and souvenirs. It immediately reminded me of the roadside craft vendors on the Navajo Reservation. We perused the offerings and eventually purchased a souvenir bamboo mask, our only souvenir of the trip.

After a rendition of the traditional Fijian farewell song, Isa Lei—which is surprisingly enchanting—we returned to the shuttle bus.

Our time in Fiji was coming to a close.

What did we think of the tours, and how was our resort? Check out this post for more (coming soon).

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The tour was billed as exploring the “Pristine Waters of Upolu,” and was the premier tour offered by Samoa Highland Adventures. An all-day adventure, it included fresh and salt water swims at five different destinations: Sauniatu Waterfall, Piula Cave Pool, Lalomanu Beach, To Sua Ocean Trench, and Togitogiga Waterfall.

In addition, we’d stop at two different mountain passes, plus a viewpoint of Papapapatai Falls—among the highest in the country. By the end of the day, we’d see nearly half of the island, making a big loop around the western side before cutting back up through the interior.

If we only had one full day in Samoa, it seemed like this was the best way to spend it.

The morning of the tour, we were met in our hotel lobby by our two tour guides, who reviewed all of the day’s details. We seemed to have especially fortunate timing for our tour—it was the last day for one of our guides, and so he had brought in his successor, who happened to be a local village chief. Even better, we learned that we were the only two people on the tour.

We hopped into the vehicle and started off for our personal tour of Upolu, heading east along the coast from Apia. Along the way, we got to know our guides better, as they narrated our drive and explained some Samoa history and culture. About 45 minutes into the drive, we veered off towards the interior, our destination ahead along a steep and bumpy road.

Sauniatu Falls

The first stop of the day was perhaps our favorite.

We arrived a few minutes later in an unlikely location: an LDS compound. Yes, you read that right—we would be enjoying a unique swimming hole at a small, secluded Mormon village.

We nodded at the village entrance guard and stopped to inspect a (somewhat) traditional fale the church had built before proceeding to park. A short walk across a grassy path led you to the edge of a scenic gorge, the site of an extinct volcano. Steps were carved into the basalt and a metal railing helped you switchback your way towards the bottom.

On one side of the gorge was a waterfall, perhaps 30 feet tall, that dumped into a pool that stretched from wall to wall. The near edge of the pool lapped up against a rocky stream bed, which meandered down the canyon and vanished behind a curve in the gorge. Lush vegetation hung over the gorge rim, moss covering much of the near-vertical walls.

While not impressive in terms of height, the waterfall—tucked into this secluded and intimate gorge—was breathtaking nonetheless. We slowly made our way down and scrambled over the remaining boulders to the edge of the water. We had the entire place to ourselves.

The water was crisp, but refreshing. A few steps into the water, I had to stop to gaze around in befuddlement—wow, what a great spot. How could a place like this offer such solitude? We eventually made our way to the waterfall, where we took turns shimmying onto the ledge at its base and leaning back while the falling water forcefully pounded our neck and back. Later, we just floated for awhile, staring up at the sky through the leaves above as the calming sound of the waterfall lulled us. It was simply sublime.

And this was just the first stop. If this was any indication, it was going to be a memorable day.

Piula Cave Pool

Next on the agenda was a stop at the Piula Cave Pool, located just off the coastal highway on the grounds of a Methodist theological college. This natural freshwater pool is a popular local swimming hole—one that offers a much different visitor experience than the first.

We made our way down a long set of stone stairs from the parking area to the edge of the cave pool, which was situated between a small cliff face and the ocean between two manicured lawns and some beach fales. A concrete walkway encircles the front half of the pool, whereas the rear half features a partially submerged lava river tube that you can swim into.

About 10 kids and a handful of adults were already enjoying the outer pool when we arrived. We entered the water and left the crowd by swimming deep into the cave, passing fish and a large eel on our way. The cave went back about 50 yards, much deeper than the faint sunlight glimmering off the water could properly illuminate.

Once well into the cave, the sunlight from the entrance cast a blue glow through the water, eerily silhouetting any swimmers.

We sat at the back of the cave along an isolated but conveniently located natural ledge that resembled the bench seating of a hotel hot tub. Enjoying the moment, we chatted with our guide about what we had seen so far and what we’d see later in the day, while our guide answered other random questions we tossed at him.

By the time we exited the cave, it had started to rain—this is, after all, the rainy season here in the South Pacific—though our towels and backpacks remained shielded by the beach fale.

We made a quick stop at the garden restroom, a large roofless bathroom stall that featured numerous plants and flowers. Not a bad place to pee, really, and especially pleasant for a public restroom.

The mountain passes

Back on the road, next up were the mountain passes. We stopped for a snack at the first one, which offered excellent views of Fagaloa Bay and back into the interior of the island.

In spite of being part of the same chain of islands, Samoa looks quite a bit different than American Samoa. Whereas American Samoa was dominated by a nearly-vertical mountain spine that crept right up to the shoreline, Samoa had more graceful valleys, many of which had been put to use as plantations. Both islands feature lush tropical vegetation; but in Samoa, it seemed to consist of fewer trees and more ground cover and vines. This likely all stems from the fact that Samoa is several times larger than American Samoa, providing it quite a bit more topographical diversity. It’s also clear that Samoa is home to a much more vibrant agricultural industry—we passed by quite a number of plantations.

The guide and I hopped into the bed of the truck for the journey over Le Mafa Pass, which offered unobstructed views for this especially scenic portion of the drive.

Snorkeling at Lalomanu Beach

Next on the itinerary was some beach and snorkeling time. We arrived at a small beach resort serving a beautiful stretch of beach, found some shade under two coconut trees, and grabbed our snorkeling gear.

We skipped putting on fins, which was a mistake in retrospect. The current was rather strong in the bay, which forced us to spend a fair amount of energy staying in place. While the coral reef in this area wasn’t in the best shape, we did see quite a number of fish species.

When we returned to the beach after snorkeling, our guide had prepared a coconut for me to try. Once rehydrated and back into the vehicle, we continued along the south shore towards our next destination.

To Sua Ocean Trench

Featuring tended flower gardens and scenic cliff side fales, the grounds surrounding the To Sua Ocean Trench are alone worth the visit. But the trench itself is the stuff of travel magazines.

After a quick prelude at the trench rim, we wandered over and had lunch near the cliff, overlooking the Pacific Ocean. The highlight of the meal was definitely the local fruit, including the most delicious pineapple ever. A short rainstorm ensued, which was well-timed as we sat under the shelter of the fale. It’s no wonder these things are seemingly everywhere in the Samoa islands.

After lunch, we wandered back across the grass to the main attraction. Harboring a scenic swimming hole, the trench is actually a 90 foot deep volcanic blowhole that’s linked to the ocean by a cave. As the waves crash through the cave, the resulting muffled sounds a bit like deep breathing. Stairs make their way down the edge of the trench, with a very long and awkwardly large ladder extending down to a wooden platform positioned several feet above the water level.

The whole thing resembles some sort of primordial sinkhole with a tropical pool at the bottom and a fence encircling the cliff edge. It’s one of those places that’s hard to describe because it seems so unreal.

Because the trench receives both fresh and salt water, it’s a bit briny. The water level fluctuates with the tide, but it’s a bit deeper than what the photos show. You can cannonball off the platform without hitting the bottom, for instance. For such an iconic destination, I was surprised that there was never more than one other couple or family at the trench while we were there, and we even had it to ourselves for awhile, too.

Togitogiga Falls

Located in O Le Pupu-Pu’e National Park, these gentle cascading waterfalls would be our last swim of the day. A short walk through a lush canopy deposited us above the upper falls, where a restroom and some metal fales stood. A mossy rock staircase led into the gorge, where the lower falls fed a pool below.

Once again, we were treated to an intimate little basalt-lined canyon with moss-covered walls, featuring a waterfall-fed pool. How many of these does this gorgeous island have? The stream feeding the falls was flowing lower than usual, but it more than enough to enjoy. A small group was there when we first arrived, but—mirroring the rest of the day—we soon we had it all to ourselves.

Papapapaitai Falls viewpoint

Our last scheduled stop was the viewpoint for Papapapaitai Falls. Located across a deep canyon from the highway, the water plunges off the side of a vertical cliff face roughly 300 feet to the canyon floor. Unlike the other waterfalls of the day, I wouldn’t want a neck massage from this one.

Some thoughts on our guides

The ride back to the hotel was punctuated by quite a bit of levity—mostly retelling stories of old adventures and drunken shenanigans. We made an unscheduled stop for gelato so one guide could say goodbye to a friend before he left the island. We made another quick stop for some Vailima beer to celebrate his departure.

Beyond the normal narration, the entire day had sparked interesting conversations, as we had learned a bit about both of our guides, their connection to Samoa culture, and their personal dreams. In turn, they had learned about our various travel quests, and what drove us to travel as much as we could, as well as a bit about our life in America.

The guide who was leaving was preparing to embark on an open-ended sailing adventure around the South Pacific, hoping to connect the cultures of Polynesia and keep some ancient sea navigation methods alive.

The other guide had recently returned to his native island after briefly chasing a Western lifestyle in New Zealand. He was still in the process of establishing an eco-resort back on Samoa.

We would have enjoyed the same tour with other guides—these destinations don’t disappoint. But the combination of these two guides, plus being the only two on the tour, really made the day special. By the end of the day, we were friends—they even invited us to dinner afterwards.

When we booked the trip, we presumed that Samoa wouldn’t be a place that we’d want to return to. We were wrong.

➞ Be sure to check out more from our trip to the South Pacific.

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Situated in the Southern Hemisphere near the International Date Line, American Samoa is home to the most far-flung National Park in the United States.

And as a result, it was on our itinerary to visit as part of my national parks quest.

The national park straddles all three of American Samoa’s main islands, though we would only get a chance to visit Tutuila, its largest. That’s because the Manu’a Islands—which feature Ofu Beach, one of the most gorgeous you’ll find anywhere—are considerably more difficult to reach for the time-constrained traveler, as transportation options are both limited and notoriously unreliable. That wouldn’t work for us this trip, but it gives us a good reason to go back (as does our experience at Tisa’s Barefoot Bar).

Oh, the mountains!

One of the most striking things about American Samoa is its mountains. These mountains feature daunting slopes and are blanketed with lush rainforest vegetation. It’s really incredible—nearly every square foot is thick green, even at angles where it seems unlikely that plants could grow in such abundance.

These mountains are the primary feature of the national park lands here, along with the beaches and a swath of ocean and coral they spill into. As a result, there are few maintained trails to choose from, only two of which were open during our visit.

These mountains and ridge lines run the length of Tutuila, dominating the skyline no matter where you find yourself on the island. Given their incredible slope, this spine creates a rather formidable barrier.

In fact, just a handful of roads cross the mountains, connecting a few otherwise isolated villages with the main highway that skirts the island’s southern edge. These steep roads often requiring downshifting just to make it up to the pass. Along these narrow and winding roads, the lush vegetation only occasionally opens up for a clear view down the hillside.

Most of the population lives and works along this main highway, with the bulk in the Tafuna region, the only extended flat area of the island. Beyond this area, nearly every building you’ll encounter is either located on the main highway or off a small spur road from the highway. As a result, touring the island is a wonderfully intimate experience.

And as you can see from the photos below, most vistas feature a line of buildings at sea level, with mountain slopes towering behind them.

Looking for some snorkeling

After an annoying three hour delay in getting our rental car—be prepared for “island time” if you visit—we went straight to the National Park visitor center. Located on the second level of a storefront in Pago Pago, it’s small but basically what you’d expect: some nice displays, an information desk, and a passport stamp.

Because we had arrived without much of an itinerary, we had hoped that we’d be able to glean some good recommendations on where to snorkel—one of our favorite trip activities—but the volunteer struggled to give any solid suggestions.

We had a similar experience the next day at the Ocean Center, which manages the national marine sanctuaries. It was a bit surprising, since that seemed to be one of the big things to do here. Luckily, the coral reefs are shown on the park map and you can easily spot many of them while driving around.

Unfortunately, you might also spot one of these signs at some of your intended destinations:

Hmmm. Maybe we won’t be doing much snorkeling here after all…

Undeterred, we decided that we’d spend most of our time exploring the island by car. First up was visiting the national park, the primary reason for our trip, along with the rest of the eastern end of the island.

National Park of American Samoa

We had arrived knowing that, comparatively speaking, there weren’t many activities to do in this park. After all, at a mere 13,500 total acres, it’s one of the smallest national parks in the system. And much of the park acreage is either rugged, mountainous terrain with only a few developed trails, or shallow waters with fringing coral reefs.

But more than any other, this national park is as much about what you do outside the park boundaries as what you do within them.

The park newspaper and other materials make this quite clear—the majority of the information presented focuses on the islands as a whole, not simply about what to expect within the park boundaries. In addition to the stunning landscape, this park is about experiencing all of American Samoa, including fa’asamoa, or the “Samoa way of life.”

Nonetheless, we wouldn’t come all this way without spending some time enjoying the national park itself.

It didn’t take long to find the entrance sign that’d serve as the customary backdrop for my park unit number photo. And a while later, we found ourselves at the end of the road in the village of Vatia. There, we’d enjoy our favorite part of our national park visit: a short trail to a cobblestone beach overlooking the incredibly scenic Pola Island and the Vai’ava Strait National Natural Landmark.

The best way to experience the island

While we enjoyed the sections of the national park we visited, the real highlight was simply exploring the island by car. And that’s mostly what we did, driving virtually every stretch of roadway we could.

Unlike other nearby destinations, such as Fiji, there’s not a lot of tourist infrastructure in American Samoa. There are just a handful of hotels, relatively few restaurants, and little else geared towards visitors. That means you’ll mostly be on your own for things like sightseeing and snorkeling.

While there are a number of informal pull-offs along the roadway, there definitely aren’t enough for all the great views you’ll encounter. Luckily, driving here is quite slow, so you won’t feel too rushed as you pass vista after vista that belong on postcards.

If you’re tempted to stop in villages, be sure to adhere to the local cultural norms. That means asking locals for permission before taking photos, using a beach, or parking—even if it seems otherwise unobtrusive. You’ll nearly always be granted permission.

Some things you’ll notice

Fales

As you travel across the island, you’ll likely notice that much of Samoan life takes place outdoors. Given the tropical climate, that shouldn’t be unexpected. Indeed, it’s impossible not to notice that most homes feature some variety of fale—an open air, pagoda-like structure with pillars and a roof that serves as a primary place of activity. Some of these are used as actual living quarters, while others are used for entertaining guests or conducting traditional ceremonies. Beach fales, which resemble smaller huts, are also common throughout the island.

Family graves in the front yard

If you’re touring the countryside by car, you’ll also likely notice a marble gravesite or two in front of a number of homes. For those of us who grew up in a place like the United States, that seems especially weird—after all, it’s hard to sell a house with your grandfather prominently buried near the front door.

But the concept of land ownership is much different here. It’s communal, and families stick around. Samoan custom prevents real estate sales to outsiders; even the National Park itself could only be negotiated as a 50 year lease with several local villages.

Aiga (family-run buses)

Colorful small shuttle buses, called aiga, are found throughout the island. These family-run enterprises can be hailed nearly anywhere and charge a small fee for transporting you to any other spot along its route. Most seem to originate at the market near the national park visitor center. While this seems like a convenient method of transportation, we preferred the comfort and flexibility of having our own rental vehicle.

Stray dogs and ugly trash

When you take a trip to a South Pacific island, you may be expecting a pristine and idyllic setting. But if you’ve visited remote tropical islands before, you know that’s not the full picture. While beautiful, there are real problems here, too.

One of those problems seems to be litter, which is omnipresent along many of the roadsides and on a number of the beaches. It’s not always clear where all the litter originated—some of the beach trash may have washed up on shore from distant sources. But a fair amount seems to be generated on the island itself, as noted by an anti-littering ad campaign we noticed plastered around the island.

Island life tends to be a simpler life, but it usually means a less affluent one, too. While generally cared for, many buildings were showing serious signs of deterioration. Some were clearly damaged in previous cyclones or tsunamis, while others just seemed to have been abandoned ages ago. Freshly painted or recently built structures sometimes seemed a bit out of place here.

Outside of what you might consider the urban core, feral dogs roam around nearly every village. Sometimes they absentmindedly block the road. Other times, they bark furiously at strangers. But most of the time they simply go about their own business eeking out a living by scavenging for food. We noticed several dogs living with bad injuries, such as an obviously broken leg.

Notably, the National Park Service makes a point to warn visitors about potentially “unfriendly” dogs in their visitor guides and other handouts.

Shipwrecks

There are a few shipwrecks around the island, and they’re all well-placed for photos. It doesn’t seem like this is prime shipwreck territory, but it must be hard to find a more scenic spot to run aground.

The Starkist Cannery

American Samoa’s largest private employer—by a wide margin—is Starkist. It’s impossible to miss the tuna canning plant on the north edge of Pago Pago Harbor. When you pass by, note the workers wearing different colored shirts, presumably to delineate their job functions. You’ll also notice the industrial port across the harbor, which ruined several otherwise gorgeous photo ops.

Pillboxes and other remnants of WWII

While fighting never reached the island during World War II, there are a number of defenses that still remain here. For instance, several WWII-era concrete guardhouses, often called pillboxes, line the shoreline of Tutuila. Two short trails also lead to gun batteries high above both Blunts Point and Breakers Point.

National Natural Landmarks

American Samoa is home to to seven National Natural Landmarks (or NNLs), many of which are prominent features of the island. While these designations are intended to acknowledge important geological resources, NNL status does not provide any special protections.

Few “perfect” beaches

While the island certainly has its share of scenic beaches, many are relatively small and most are pocked with black lava rock. As a result, this isn’t a place were you see hoards of swimmers and sunbathers lining every stretch of sandy coastline.

Completing two quests

With our visit to American Samoa, we were able to complete two quests. This was the last territory we needed in our quest to visit all 50 States and all 5 major US Territories, which currently ranks as the biggest travel quest I’ve completed. And during our travels to those territories, we made a special point to visit every local craft brewery in each, too.

There wasn’t a craft brewery currently open in American Samoa, but one was getting close to opening—Flying Fox Brewing. So we got in touch with the brewer, Nate. He loved our quest and graciously offered a private tasting for us. We enjoyed both the brews and our conversations about the challenges he faces in running a brewery in such a far-flung place dominated by a few mass-produced island lagers. Unfortunately, this was pretty much the only good beer we had the entire trip.

Random factoids

• The Samoa Islands are believed to be the ancestral home of the Polynesian culture.
• About 30% of local plants are found nowhere else.
• American Samoa is the only US Territory south of the Equator.
• Two species of flying fox (fruit bat) have 3-foot wingspans and are the only mammals native to the islands.
• Over 250 species of coral occur locally and help support nearly 1,000 species of fish.
• American Samoa features the only paleotropic (Old World) rainforest in the US.
• Pago Pago Harbor, a collapsed volcanic caldera, is one of the largest natural harbors in the South Pacific.
• Some of the tallest sea cliffs in the world can be found on the island of Ta’ū.

With more time, we would have…

As always, time and money served as a big limiting factor for this trip. Given our other travel goals, available time off, and budget, we knew that this would be a shorter visit than we would have preferred. In particular, we were bummed that we couldn’t make it to the Manu’a Islands, especially Ofu. We’ll definitely need to return in the future.

The best snorkeling in the national parks is Ofu in American Samoa.

NPS Director Jon Jarvis explained to me in 2016.

Had we scheduled more days to spend on Tutuila, we would have spent it snorkeling at Fagatele Bay and exploring the dense rainforest in more detail on a longer dayhike, likely on the Tuafanua or Lower Sauma Ridge trails. We also would have spent a few hours out at ‘Aunu’u Island and driven up to A’oloaufou to see the view. And, of course, we would have returned again to Tisa’s, and also checked out Two Dollar Beach further down the road.

Nonetheless, we had a truly excellent time, and we’re glad we didn’t postpone the trip for some unknown opportunity when time and money allowed for a longer visit.

Some additional tips

If you’re planning a visit, here are some tips that might prove helpful.

• We arrived in American Samoa via a small commuter plane from the tiny Fagali’i Airport in (Western) Samoa using Talofa Airlines.
• We stayed at Sadie’s by the Sea, which seems like the best choice.
• American Samoa is just half the story of the Samoa Islands—make sure you spend some time in (Western) Samoa, too. While both places share a common language and culture, they’re distinct places and your experience will be different.
• Hearing numerous warnings about mosquitos and the risk of dengue fever, we came prepared. We pretreated all of our clothes with Permethrin, packed long-sleeved shirts and lightweight pants, and brought lots of insect repellent. It was mostly for naught—we hardly saw a mosquito.
• If you’re planning on snorkeling, bring your own gear or arrange to rent it ahead of time.
• Keep your eye out for swimming advisory signs before you get in the water. If the sign is shaped like a triangle, the water is deemed safe; if it’s shaped like a diamond, then it’s not.
• As far as we could tell, Fagatele Bay National Marine Sanctuary, Cononut Point, Alega Bay, and the reef area between Fatu Rock and Faga’alu offer the best snorkeling options on Tutuila—but sadly, we weren’t able to personally verify any of them.
• English is widely spoken.
• American Samoa uses US Dollars.
• Tipping is not expected or customary.
• Vehicles use the right side of the road, but drivers behave a bit differently here than in cities back on the mainland. Slow down and pay attention to the roadway. You’ll also need an international drivers license.
• Sunday is for church, rest, and quiet—so some activities, like swimming, may not be allowed. We scheduled the trip to avoid this.
• Each evening around dusk, villagers observe a time for prayers called Sā. If you are entering a village during Sā, stop and wait quietly until Sā ends. You may even be invited to join in a family prayer. It is not necessary to stop for Sā on the main roads.
• Even while swimming, wear modest clothing—no bikinis.
• The wetter season is October to May, which also coincides with cyclone season.

More photos coming

I haven’t had a chance to review and edit all the photos we took during our time in American Samoa, so I’ll likely update this with more pics in the coming weeks. In the meanwhile, you can find more photos of our trip at this Flickr album.

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In fact, if you weren’t looking for it, you’d undoubtedly miss it. From the roadside, it’s mostly just a sandy path leading through a gate with a small sign hanging above. There’s about enough space for two or three vehicles to park along the shoulder of the narrow, two lane highway.

It wasn’t until the late afternoon that we got the chance to stop after a day spent exploring the far eastern edge of the island. With no other vehicles stopped—and no sign of life in the bar—we weren’t even sure if the place was open. Nonetheless, the name alone had offered enough intrigue for us to add it to our itinerary. So we parked and cautiously wandered in, down some steps and across a patch of inviting sand.

The setting was simultaneously entirely forgettable and remarkably scenic. While faded flags of random college sports teams hung from the ceiling above the bar on the right, displayed alongside license plates and posters for Vailima beer and cheap barstools—reminiscent of countless and otherwise nondescript dive bars—it was hard not to look to the left. There, multiple decks jetted out to the edge of the ocean, a private sandy beach lurking below the wooden planks. The entire bar was open to the air; no walls to hem you in or to dampen the soft rhythm of the waves. Whether it was open or not, this was clearly an interesting place.

As I stepped in even further, beyond the bar and towards what looked like the only structure with walls, a woman appeared, investigating who had arrived.

“Hello there,” I called out.

She beelined towards me, fastening a lightweight dress (robe?) around her body as she walked, much like you might a bath towel. I got the distinct impression (read: full view) that she had been nude.

“Are you open?” I managed to ask, feeling vaguely awkward, like an unintentional peeping tom.

“Well, it depends,” she responded.

“Can we grab a drink?” I quickly inquired.

That seemed to be the right question. We made some light small talk and inspected what she had to offer. She handed over the bottle of beer I ordered, and poured Jen her glass of wine, then instructed us to sit at the edge of the deck. She casually poured herself a glass of wine and followed a few steps behind, still wearing just a thin coverup.

Oh, that’s interesting. This was going to be a personal visit—like meeting up with an old friend to watch the sunset and chat about life.

Between sips, we chatted about travel, about the virtues of simple life on the island, and a bit about ourselves. The conversation gently meandered from topic to topic, often punctuated by several moments of silence while we gazed towards the horizon, just enjoying the moment. We learned that Tisa had worked to create a conservation sanctuary in the bay surrounding the bar, led the push for eco-tourism on the island for decades, and also hosted an annual traditional tattoo festival at the bar.

It was clear that she really loved the place, and the lifestyle, and was content with the life she had built for herself. She lamented that we didn’t have substantially more time to spend on the island, in order to really enjoy the pace of island life.

We were interrupted by a brief downpour, which served as an excellent excuse to get a fresh beverage. Some of her extended family, visiting from California, wandered by after some time playing further down the beach. All the while, Tisa held court with the two of us, ensuring that we appreciated the serenity we had found ourselves in.

Long before we wanted it to, the last moments of dusk had arrived. It was time to go—for now, at least. We’d be back the next day, we assured her. And we’d probably bring our snorkeling gear, too. After settling up and thanking her for the amazing time, we departed.

We returned two days later, eager to renew the experience. To our chagrin, however, the gate was locked, and we were flying to Samoa early the next morning. There wouldn’t be a second visit—at least not this trip.

But it gave us another good reason to return to American Samoa.

If you find yourself in American Samoa, be sure to stop by at Tisa’s Barefoot Bar for a drink. Or better yet, schedule to arrive on Wednesday night, when she hosts a popular traditional Samoa feast. Tisa also provides guided tours of the island by reservation, as well as accommodations.

Or, as we learned later, you can also experience Po Ula, a traditional erotic nude dance (and more?) on Fridays near the full moon. See…maybe I was right about the nude thing.

Like I said, this is an interesting place.

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UPDATE: jump to a listing of what I’ve seen thus far.
BIG NEWS: hear about the epic encore I’m currently!
EVEN BIGGER NEWS: I’m now visiting 100 Parks in 100 Days

Sorry—much of this post got shredded during some of the recent upgrades and conversions it’s been through. It’s on my list of things to fix.

One hundred years ago this year, the National Park System was established.

Sure, there were already quite a few national parks and monuments, but it was this moment in which they were brought together under a single management philosophy, a single land managing agency, and became a system of protected lands.

National Parks have played an incredibly important role in my life. I’ve only taken a handful of vacations to places other than national parks. And they contain my most favorite places and are home to some of my most cherished memories. I got engaged and married (even, one might argue, divorced) in national parks; needless to say, I care deeply about them.

Last week, the National Park Service concluded its National Park Week. I’ve decided to take that celebration one step further—and embark on what I’m calling #MyNationalParksMonth.

So #MyNationalParksMonth is an attempt to celebrate this anniversary, while visiting as many of the remaining national park units as possible in my quest to visit all 411.

Basecamping out of the Washington, DC area—and with weekend trips to Boston, New York City, and Philadelphia—I’m planning to visit more than two dozen thirty forty (!!) units of the National Parks System over the next few weeks. It’s a month-long personal celebration of the national parks, spent doing what I enjoy most: visiting new national park units.

Follow along on:

• twitter at @rscottjones (and #mynationalparksmonth)
• snapchat at rscottjones.com for a stream of snaps
• instagram at rscottjones for occasional photos

What I’ve seen so far

Here are the national parks I’ve visited thus far on #MyNationalParksMonth (updated May 23). Green pins are parks I’ve marked off; gray dots are national parks I’m visiting as part of my encore, and blue diamonds are the ones I will have left in the Northeast. As you’ll see, I’ve already far exceeded my goal for the project.

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(re)Visited the newest National Park unit, Belmont-Paul Equal Rights NM #MyNationalParksMonth #findyourpark #fypyes pic.twitter.com/XhGCQVfuMb

— R Scott Jones (@rscottjones) May 20, 2016

Visited the Philly home of the great American poet Edgar Allen Poe today #MyNationalParksMonth #findyourpark #nps100 pic.twitter.com/Bp1Zjuh4EA

— R Scott Jones (@rscottjones) May 15, 2016

Toured Valley Forge—a revered reminder of the sacrifices $ resolve required for independence. #MyNationalParksMonth pic.twitter.com/RdzHMCUdE1

— R Scott Jones (@rscottjones) May 15, 2016

Toured Thaddeus Kosciuszko Nat'l Memorial—at 0.02 acres, the smallest unit of @NatlParkService #MyNationalParksMonth pic.twitter.com/vAhNwzXSHQ

— R Scott Jones (@rscottjones) May 15, 2016

Surprised by how powerful of symbols both Independence Hall & Liberty Bell are! #findyourpark #MyNationalParksMonth pic.twitter.com/7Hiinvv8ol

— R Scott Jones (@rscottjones) May 14, 2016

Loved the MLK Jr Memorial in DC yesterday—my 333rd National Park unit. #MyNationalParksMonth #findyourpark #fypyes pic.twitter.com/SyGR5XCz7h

— R Scott Jones (@rscottjones) May 14, 2016

Had excellent lunch w/ @NPSDeniseRyan & @rcanoe. And NPS Director Jarvis stopped by to say hi! #MyNationalParksMonth pic.twitter.com/FdXN9i508T

— R Scott Jones (@rscottjones) May 13, 2016

Thoroughly enjoyed Assateague Island Nat'l Seashore today. Next visit= #MyNationalParksMonth #findyourpark #fypyes pic.twitter.com/6VxYQiWdb7

— R Scott Jones (@rscottjones) May 13, 2016

Camped in the Jersey pine barrens last night so I could hit the Great Egg Harbor NSRR today #MyNationalParksMonth pic.twitter.com/6oqWhJ78kZ

— R Scott Jones (@rscottjones) May 12, 2016

Had a fascinating look at Thomas Edison's operation today—my 330th park! #MyNationalParksMonth #FindYourPark #fypyes pic.twitter.com/LcKnCQ2xeB

— R Scott Jones (@rscottjones) May 11, 2016

Visited @MorristownNPS where Gen Washington & troops wintered in 1779/80—the coldest on record #MyNationalParksMonth pic.twitter.com/NBvP6NdSdU

— R Scott Jones (@rscottjones) May 11, 2016

Toured Yuengling today, the oldest #brewery in America. What a fun place—love the beer caves & great prohib stories! pic.twitter.com/zjBDkWdU4N

— R Scott Jones (@rscottjones) May 11, 2016

It's still rough around the edges, but new @Paterson_Falls NHP has tremendous history to tell! #MyNationalParksMonth pic.twitter.com/F8oK2E7JXw

— R Scott Jones (@rscottjones) May 11, 2016

Thoroughly impressed with the visitor center here—I bet kids go nuts over it. #MyNationalParksMonth #FindYourPark pic.twitter.com/Hx9Y7ibzTL

— R Scott Jones (@rscottjones) May 10, 2016

Hello Middle Delaware National Scenic River. Sorry you don't have a sign…so I made my own. #MyNationalParksMonth pic.twitter.com/Ar5D8DGA5e

— R Scott Jones (@rscottjones) May 10, 2016

Hi @DelWaterGapNPS, I loved visiting your waterfalls today—perfect for my 325th! #MyNationalParksMonth #FindYourPark pic.twitter.com/QdSLiIUrNs

— R Scott Jones (@rscottjones) May 10, 2016

Enjoyed the gorgeous views along the Upper Delaware SRR, my 324th unit. #MyNationalParksMonth #findyourpark #nps100 pic.twitter.com/YZtVDu23nJ

— R Scott Jones (@rscottjones) May 10, 2016

After dropping Jen off at the airport, I swung by Gateway NRA for a quick hike. #MyNationalParksMonth ##findyourpark pic.twitter.com/9T9zPqSR8F

— R Scott Jones (@rscottjones) May 8, 2016

322! I can't believe how much I've already seen so far on #MyNationalParksMonth, and I'm just ten days into the trip pic.twitter.com/sxMPP7GA2u

— R Scott Jones (@rscottjones) May 8, 2016

Had an amazing tour of conservation hero Teddy Roosevelt's home @SagamoreHillNHS #MyNationalParksMonth #findyourpark pic.twitter.com/Kcfsilzcj5

— R Scott Jones (@rscottjones) May 8, 2016

Marveled at magnificent Grant's Tomb—largest mausoleum in USA & my 320th park. #MyNationalParksMonth #findyourpark pic.twitter.com/i564lA4RF0

— R Scott Jones (@rscottjones) May 8, 2016

Stopped by Hamilton Grange for my 319th national park visited. #MyNationalParksMonth #findyourpark #nps100 pic.twitter.com/oGl4KKMKYJ

— R Scott Jones (@rscottjones) May 8, 2016

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In March 2013, I had one of my most productive national park road trips. I called it my #BattlefieldsandBeginnings trip, and it primarily focused on as-yet-unvisited national parks in Virginia, North Carolina, and Maryland. I also snuck in a quick jaunt over the Pennsylvania border to hit Gettysburg and the adjacent Eisenhower National Historic Site.

My original plan was to add about 10 days onto a work trip that would bring me to rural Virginia and DC, adding about 15 national parks to my list. In the end, I was able to add a few extra days and more than double my original goal.

It was a fast-paced trip, but with some serious strategizing, early mornings and late nights, I was able to see everything I wanted. It helps that my targeted parks were located in an area dense with mostly historically-focused national parks.

I wasn’t able to make many other stops, most notably for the state high points or roadside oddities that have recently found their way onto my trip itineraries, as there were simply too many national parks available to visit. Of course, it’s not like I was passing many must-have photo ops along the way—unlike Kansas and the other fly-over states, there’s a dearth of fun roadside oddities near our nation’s capital (insert your own joke here).

Finally, one word about all of the battlefields I visited on this trip. I enjoyed them. No, really. After a battlefield-laden trip to the Deep South several years ago with Kim, I wasn’t sure I’d enjoy another battlefield in my life. However, watching Ken Burns’ excellent Civil War series this spring, I had a better appreciation for the various battles. Although, I’ll admit, I had really wanted to include Harpers Ferry to officially finish off all of the Civil War battles.

The national parks I visited:

1. Manassas National Battlefield Park
2. Prince William Forest Park
3. Fredericksburg and Spotsylvania County Battlefields Memorial National Military Park
4. Fort Washington Park
5. Piscataway Park
6. Richmond National Battlefield Park
7. Maggie Walker National Historic Site
8. Petersburg National Battlefield
9. Appomattox Court House National Historic Park
10. Booker T Washington National Monument
11. Guilford Courthouse National Military Park
12. Moores Creek National Battlefield
13. Cape Lookout National Seashore
14. Wright Brothers National Memorial
15. Fort Raleigh National Historic Site
16. Cape Hatteras National Seashore
17. Fort Monroe National Monument
18. Colonial National Historic Park (Jamestowne & Battle of Yorktown)
19. George Washington Birthplace National Monument
20. Thomas Stone National Historic Site
21. Greenbelt Park
22. Gettysburg National Military Park
23. Eisenhower National Historic Site
24. Monocacy National National Battlefield
25. Catoctin Mountain Park
26. Antietam National Battlefield
27. Fort McHenry National Monument and Historic Shrine
28. Hamption National Historic Site
29. Clara Barton National Historic Site
30. Arlington House, The Robert E. Lee Memorial
31. Wolf Trap National Park for the Performing Arts

Other relevant links

You can also find my national park passport stamps for the trip here.

Here’s an archive of my tweets and foursquare check-ins during the trip.

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While I’ve had some amazing travel years, 2012 surprisingly ranks near the top.

I made it to 39 national park units I had not yet visited, took my first big solo national park road trip, visited a few new states and two new parts of the country, made it to the first Graham family reunion in several decades, marked off a few straggling park units that had dogged me for years, rafted and backpacked in some amazing places, gained a nickname for visiting all three specimens competing for the title of the World’s Largest Ball of Twine, started a new quest to hit all of the highest points of relatively flat states, and stopped by over one hundred roadside oddities and attractions. And, of course, created some fabulous memories.

And while I missed out on anticipated trips to finish up the South, attend ASU’s bowl game, and hit San Francisco, it’s hard not to consider the year a great success.

Here’s the list of where I went this year:

October

• Glen Canyon National Recreation Area (Navajo Bridge)
• Arches National Park (Delicate Arch)
• Yucca House National Monument
• Curecanti National Recreation Area

Great Waters of the North – August (incomplete listing)

• Missouri National Recreational River
• Niobrara National Scenic River
• Voyageurs National Park
• Grand Portage National Monument
• Apostle Islands National Lakeshore
• Isle Royale National Park
• Keweenaw National Historical Park
• Pictured Rocks National Lakeshore
• Sleeping Bear Dunes National Lakeshore
• Indiana Dunes National Lakeshore
• Lincoln Home National Historic Site
• Herbert Hoover National Historic Site
• Effigy Mounds National Monument
• Mississippi River National River & Recreation Area
• Saint Croix National Scenic River
• Northwest Angle – Angle Inlet
• The remaining two Largest Balls of Twine
• Three highest points: Iowa, Michigan, and Wisconsin
• Roughly 60-70 other roadside oddities…

Hohokam Pima National Monument with Kim – July

Graham reunion & Roadside oddities of the Prairielands – July

• Tallgrass Prairie National Preserve
• Nicodemus National Historic Site
• Fort Larned National Historic Site
• Sand Creek Massacre National Historic Site
• Rocky Mountain National Park
• Chickasaw National Recreation Area
• President William Jefferson Clinton Birthplace Home National Historic Site
• Buffalo National River
• World’s Largest Ball of Twine and the Walk of Twine (Cawker City, KS)
• Mount Sunflower (highest point in Kansas)
• Panorama Point (highest point in Nebraska)
• Chase County Courthouse – longest continuously operated west of Mississippi River
• Council Grove and associated historical sites
• Rock City
• The hole where the guy who killed the guy who killed President Lincoln lived
• Geographic Center of the contiguous US (and chapel)
• Nazareth Convent and public gardens in Concordia
• Garden of Eden
• Bowl Plaza public bathrooms
• Jack Kilby Memorial
• World’s Largest Collection of the World’s Smallest Versions of the World’s Largest Things
• Pawnee Rock
• Santa Fe Trail ruts
• Rush Center, Home of the Largest St Patrick’s Day parade
• Barbed Wire Museum & Hall of Fame
• Monument Rocks National Natural Landmark
• World’s Largest Easel & Van Gogh’s Sunflowers
• Kit Carson Lookout
• Tri-state boundary marker (NE-CO-WY)
• Eiffel Tower of Texas
• Oklahoma Truck Supply sign

Chaco with Mom – May

• Chaco Canyon National Historical Park

Utah Canyons – May

• Cedar Mesa/Grand Gulch backpack
• San Juan River rafting (Sand Island/Bluff to Mexican Hat)
• Capitol Reef National Park
• Grand Staircase-Escalante National Monument

The Gila – April

• Gila Cliff Dwellings National Monument
• Trail of the Mountain Spirits National Scenic Byway
• Catwalk National Recreational Trail
• Mogollon (ghost town)

Grand Canyon – April

• Grand Canyon National Park
• Agua Fria National Monument

San Diego – January

• Cuyamaca Rancho State Park
• Anza Borrego State Park
• Pacific Beach

Forts and Seashores – December 2011/January 2012

• Charles Pinckney National Historic Site
• Fort Moultrie
• Fort Sumter National Monument
• Charleston, SC
• Fort Pulaski National Monument
• Savannah, SC
• Fort Frederica National Monument
• Cumberland Island National Seashore
• Timucuan Ecological and Historic Preserve
• Fort Caroline National Memorial
• Castillo de San Marcos National Monument
• Fort Matanzas National Monument
• Canaveral National Seashore
• De Soto National Memorial
• Gulf Islands National Seashore

It’ll be tough to top this list, but I’m hoping 2013 will yield some amazing trips as well.

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