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  • Oct 28, 2024 | nationalparkstraveler.org | Barbara Jensen

    Sheltered from the sprinkling rain under the train station’s broad roof, I stood on the wooden platform, waiting expectantly. Nearby, a mother with a stroller tried to corral her excited children, while two white-haired couples, clearly old friends, sat on the benches chatting and laughing. Road bikers in spandex and cleated shoes leaned amiably against the far wall, comparing times and distances, their bicycles behind them.

  • Sep 18, 2024 | nationalparkstraveler.org | Barbara Jensen

    The National Weather Service seems to be shouting over the raging thunderstorm: “FLOOD WARNING REMAINS IN EFFECT UNTIL FURTHER NOTICE….” My windshield wipers thrash frantically against the downpour. Major flooding is keeping me away from the Mississippi River town of Nauvoo, Illinois. Already five feet over flood stage, the dark river is still rising.

  • Jul 2, 2024 | nationalparkstraveler.org | Barbara Jensen

    By Barbara 'Bo' JensenI’m trying to get to the old plaza, driving through the narrow streets of Taos, New Mexico. I’ve been imagining a leisurely stroll under the porticos, browsing the colorful paintings and hand-woven rugs, looking out at the Sangre de Cristo Mountains. But orange construction barrels block off the torn-up intersection and all but one lane, forcing me to turn right, away from my destination.

  • May 31, 2024 | nationalparkstraveler.org | Barbara Jensen

    By Barbara 'Bo' JensenSomewhere in the ten miles from the visitor center at Mississippi National River and Recreation Area in St. Paul, Minnesota, across the river to Minneapolis, I crossed an invisible line. It would have risen like a wall of ice, perhaps a mile high, just 15,000 years ago — a line demarcating the extent of the last glaciation.

  • Apr 21, 2024 | nationalparkstraveler.org | Barbara Jensen

    By Barbara "Bo" JensenWALNUT CANYON NATIONAL MONUMENT, Arizona —The highway begins to curve, slowly meandering up into Ponderosa pine-forested mountains as you approach Flagstaff, Arizona. All the roads do, from any direction; that’s how you know you’re almost there. People have been wandering through the volcanic hills and hidden canyons around the San Francisco Peaks for thousands of years.

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