"The colors were almost fluorescent, and sickly sweet. The crystal-blue pond near the trail was ringed with the flowers, watched over by the trees of the most perfect green I have ever seen. Small explosions of fuchsia blooms, canary-yellow daffodils, and white buds sprinkled themselves among the enveloping waves of lilac like fireworks against the backdrop of verdant green."
"I marched down the beach to find the only redeeming part of this hike. The little crabs, in the many tide pools. Hundreds of them, running around the shallow water, all colors to match the rocks except for the red ones (which I noticed had been picked off by the crows in the sand). Thousands and thousands of tiny snails and hermit crabs had anchored themselves to every part of every rock."
"We yelled down to them, far too far away to do anything else. The man finally stopped and spotted the bear just fifteen feet off the trail from him. And. He. Fucking got his camera out. Kept standing there. With his ten-year-old kid."