Category: Outdoor Adventures

the road trip

Back when I played with Barbies, the accessory I wanted most for my main gal was that sweet red Barbie Ferrari convertible. Why? So she wasn’t stuck in my room and could explore other places (duh). I get claustrophobic on tiny islands. On a boat…

the wind beneath my wings

“And in the mind of a woman for whom no place is home the thought of an end to all flight is unbearable.” ~The Unbearable Lightness of Being, Milan Kundera My younger sister is pregnant with her first child and like every mama-to-be, has…

riding the wave

I was staring that blank Monday morning stare, silently waiting for my coffee to brew when I noticed the sign, tucked in a box labeled Pick me ups. Stenciled on a bright yellow background, in mismatched lettering, it said: Do What You Love. I looked around…

spread the word

“I just need something that packs well and I can wear a lot. Like every day, a lot.” “…Every day?” The girl questioned, raising her eyebrow. Probably not something the salespeople at Anthropologie hear very often. Which is how she became the first of many…

the day i became hiker trash

A few years back, my good friend Christina took one of those major life leaps so many people only dream of making. Trying to figure out her place in this crowded world, she loaded up the Honda with boxes of essentials, drove cross country…

and that’s just the beginning

A year ago today, I starting hiking the AT. A year from today, I’ll be hiking the PCT.

this is real life

don’t let fear keep you from traveling

human books

Two years ago this week, I boarded a one-way plane to the Arctic Circle, filled with excitement, drowning in the Unknown. Over the next 20 months, I would acquire more valuable knowledge than six years of college and a decade of real world employment…

year 35

Years ago, on some random middle-of-the-week day in February, I somehow came to whilst doing my taxes (TurboTax 4 LIFE, yo), and realized it was my birthday. And ever since that year, it’s sort of become a weird tradition. It’s not like I purposefully…

tiny moving dots

So I received a depressing email last week: Dogg – how’s consulting life treating you? Looks like it’s killing your blog post game. Still living the dream? Just my boss’s way of checking up, wondering if going back to work had sucked the soul…