It’s one of those far off places you grow up learning about, so you think you know something. But really, you have no clue. Only being there, face-to-stone, can any knowledge be gained and even then you’ll leave with no more clarity than when you arrived.
Stonehenge is the most mysterious thing I’ve ever seen with real eyes. While the museum will tell you it was first excavated in 1901, was likely a crematorial burial ground and is older than the Parthenon, Easter Island and Machu Picchu, it will not tell you definitively who built it, or how.
Rather than try to understand it, I decided to just experience it. From its overwhelming size to the precision placement of its rock members, a purely naive ingestion of the destination will fill you with wonder at the ingenuity and capability of those people. And you’ll leave grateful that after all these thousands of years it still stands for you.
No photos can do Stonehenge justice, but I hope these pictures from my own intimate experience will leave you with at least some of the awe of the place.
