When autumn hits Northern Idaho, it’s unlike anything else. The air becomes thick with fireplace smoke and the musky smell of crimson and burnt orange leaves. The Tamarack go ablaze in various hues of yellows, spotting mountainsides with flame and color.
I highly doubt anything could have prepared me for the undenying vastness and beauty that is the Sahara Desert. I knew it was big. I’ve seen video footage and photos of it all my life…but standing at the foot of a sea of rolling hilled sand dunes where some rose to the height of a skyscraper…for the first 30-minutes or so I didn’t even bring out my camera. I just had to take it all in.