As the helicopter landed, Julie and I gave each other a very confused and puzzled look. We weren’t sure what had happened, but the sinking feeling of being ripped off and not being able to see…

The receptionist then told us that they would substitute the Jim Jim Falls/Twin Falls excursion with a trip out to Gunlom Falls. Julie and I knew this was unacceptable since we had just driven there..

It was too late in terms of the impact the camera made with the ground, but I also had to wipe away all that sand and salt that was suddenly all over the newly-bought expensive device…

Driven by the thought of trying to get that sought-after firefall, my wife and I went on another spontaneous Yosemite trip. I was concerned about my old 1990 Legend making it…

It had been over an hour since the last Tavoro Waterfall we had seen. The footing was slippery with almost every step we took and we had to endure three rope-assisted stream crossings…

When I walked over to the bridge, it was clear there was a waterfall down there. The problem was that I wasn’t sure how to safely get down there. After a few minutes of looking around for a way…

For some reason, I kept thinking about dirty dishes when I laid my eyes on the liquid before me. But my sense of curiosity was every bit as strong as strong as well. Besides, everyone was looking…

As we started to leave the base of the Savu-i-One Waterfall, Julie started to notice that her left arm was starting to feel numb. We weren’t quite sure what had happened…

By now, I was getting tired of driving. Just how much longer did we have to drive until we arrive at Storslett? Complicating the situation was that I badly needed a restroom break…

As I was taking the best photos that I could of Muldalsfossen (foliage in the way and all), I realized that something kept touching my behind – and it was breathing…

Just then, a police car with a pair of officers pulled up from behind us and had its high beams flashed onto us. Clearly, they must’ve thought we were up to no good…

It seemed that the further I went, the trail got progressively muddier, overgrown, and less defined. I kept thinking that I must be doing something wrong, but I swear I couldn’t find another way…

It was almost 6pm when we finally arrived at the visitor center at the mouth of Lysefjorden. From my travel research, I knew this fjord featured the famous Preikestolen and Kjerag…

My dad guarded the car as he was armed with a trekking pole. He was determined not to let the radiator-hose-eating marmots underneath the vehicle and possibly disable the car…

Of all the waterfall hiking and viewing I’ve done up to this point, the one thing missing was getting to the top of Yosemite Falls. My inner voice kept nagging at me to do the hike…

Complicating things were that parking in the Octagon was very temporary at best and we kept a close eye on our car in case the parking enforcer would come by and issue tickets, which we witnessed…

With the rain coming down harder, we had beat a hasty retreat into the Pass Hut Shelter. I knew this region was one of the rainiest in the world and they sure weren’t kidding…

I was concerned that the unseasonable and unstable weather would kill our viewing experience, but as the bus driver turned into pullout, we were blown away by what we saw…

It had been pouring rain since yesterday. We worried that this would cancel our pre-booked heli-hike on the thick ice of the Franz Josef Glacier. Given the low-lying clouds and poor visibility…

I wasn’t sure we were going to make it to the Pancake Rocks in time for sunset – especially given our Maui rental car snafu experience and the probability it will rain on the South Island’s West Coast