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Bucket List Dreams – Tucson Mountain Park

Tucson Mountain Park is the true Arizona desert experience. Tucson Mountain Park is pure picturesque desertscape heaven. Numerous cacti call Tucson Mountain Park home. The plants thriving here come in many different sizes and colors. Some of the ultimately cactus varieties include the Prickly Pear Cactus, Barrel Cactus, and Saguaro Cactus. The Saguaro Cactus can grow to over 40 ft. tall and is one of the Sonoran deserts most prominent cactus plants!



Tucson Mountain Park


Tucson Mountain Park


Tucson Mountain Park


Tucson Mountain Park is located within the Sonoran Desert and Saguaro National Park. The mountain park can be explored by paid admission to enter the park, or by taking the scenic route. The scenery is beautiful and commands your full attention, and your silence, to fully appreciate the handiwork that it took to create such a desert masterpiece. I completely fell in love with the landscapes, and you will too!

Tucson Mountain Park


Tucson Mountain Park




With All My Love,

~The Vintage Gypsy


“Let yourself be silently drawn by the strange pull of what you really love. It will not lead you astray.” –Rumi

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Bucket List Dreams- White Sands, NM

Gypsum Sand Dunes, White Sands, NM

The gorgeous gypsum sand dunes of White Sands, NM.

After all of these years finally stepping unto the sugar white sands is the very essence of what my bucket list dreams are made of. The gypsum sand dunes are broken up into different parts you may explore. White Sands is sprawled across The Chihuahuan Desert that borders Mexico and New Mexico. They have different routes and vantage points where you can spend time in both The Chihuahuan Desert and White Sands. The gorgeous, pristine white sands are otherwordly.



The pure white wave-like gypsum dunes are so dreamy and magical. As far as the eye can see is desert and white sands. White Sands is the most massive gypsum dune in the world measuring at an astounding 275 miles long. Here you can climb or sled down the dunes whatever is your heart’s content. Fun fact: the sand is cold! I was barefoot spinning in circles across the cold sand, and within minutes I couldn’t feel my toes anymore. I learned that the sand here is very rare, and the earth is icy. Exploring the wave-like dunes is not only surreal but breath-taking.


White Sands National Monument has been in my heart and on my mind for the past seven years. You’d have to know the back-story to understand why I hold White Sands near and dear to my heart. I was hanging out on the verandah at The Oasis in Austin and life seemed sweet and beautiful in those moments. A little while later I was circling the staircase and was met with an intense conversation. I felt I was at an impasse in my heart.

In that very moment, I was standing at a crossroads trying to choose between leaving for White Sands or home. Home won. I abandoned all to return home to my heart’s desire- without realizing what I had set in motion. This decision changed the trajectory of my life forevermore.


Seven years later, I did eventually find my way to White Sands. And I finally got my chance to witness the gorgeous sky unfold while the sunset covered White Sands with so much color and beauty. The heavens were splashed with shades of pink, orange and blue hues. I didn’t have my custom made Lulu dress to spin around The Heart of the Dunes as I did seven years ago in my dreams, and yet it was just as magical.


White Sands is perfectly at home in the heart of The Land of Enchantment. I’ll never forget my time here. And my bucket list dreams just keep coming true.


With All My Love,

~The Vintage Gypsy

“The way forward is the way back.” – T.S. Eliot



The Vintage Gypsy- On an eternal quest for beauty.

The Weeping Angel


I am on an eternal quest for beauty.

My love for creating art was birthed from both life-altering and life-affirming events. In the aftermath of my past- chaos and the blur- I underwent periods of extinguishing myself and rebirth many times over. I know what it is to be bound, lost, and in darkness, and through that journey, I learned the art of healing and breaking free. This period of being reborn has changed me and the course of my life forever-more. So many of us have been given second chances, and I believe with all my heart that we should be grateful every single day, and we should see as many beautiful things on this earth as we can. I hope to inspire others to reach their bucket-list dreams, too.

Art is sacred. Art is my refuge.

Art has healed me over and over again. Art has saved me time and time again.

I love the way the light shines on an old abandoned building I have not yet discovered. I love the way the shadows dance across the mighty mountains beckoning me to them. I love the way the forest smells- green and earthy- inviting me to lose myself beneath its shade. I love the way I stand humbled before a vast desert with eyes searching for an oasis, and unearthing it layer by layer. I love the way the sea always remembers me as a playful girl-child and tells me its wild secrets.

I believe in two truths: Love everyone and everything.

Forgive everyone and everything.

On my cross-country and coast to coast travel adventures I’ll be visiting even more beaches, mountains, deserts, national parks and monuments, iconic landmarks, historical markers and points of interest! There is still so much beauty in this world left to witness. I’ll be chronicling my upcoming travel adventures of wanderlust worthy locations including those well-known and those hidden off the beaten path. Whether barefoot or boots, sunshine or snow, I am always ready for an adventure. I’ll be sharing some of my favorite discoveries while wanderlusting.


I am on an eternal quest for beauty. And my bucket list dreams just coming true.

All my love,

~The Vintage Gypsy

*Lover of Words. Frequent Reader. Occasional Writer. Sometimes Poet. Photographer and Muse. Full-time Explorer. Creative Direction. Student of Life.*


“Re: invention is a beautiful thing the morning after you die.” –Bonafide Rojas