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thanks, friends.

Posted on February 10, 2014 by

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If you had asked me 20 years ago how I would spend my 33rd birthday, I probably wouldn’t have said sitting in the dark in my living room, with a circle of my friends singing “Patience” by Guns N Roses, or sending sky lanterns…

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destination still unknown

Posted on July 25, 2013 by

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I’ve reached the age where people madly begin to post or forward those lists about how much more awesome life is in your 30s than your 20s. Summarized: Thirty is the new 20! I’ve got it all figured out now that I am 30!…

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debut of the nervous poo

Posted on July 22, 2013 by

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I don’t know why I’m so nervous. Just hit publish. Doitdoitdoitdoit. Ugh, and unfortunately when I get nervous, I get the nervous shits. I’ve been dealing with this since 2003, and it gets bad. Because there are so many different types of nervous…the nervous-nervous, the…

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Follow the yellow-leafed road. Exploring Minnesota’s State Parks. Autumn in Wisconsin. Leaf-peeping, rooftop tent style. Yesterday I mowed my lawn in 75° weather. In the middle of October. In Wisconsin. So many things wrong with that. Autumn is for sipping hot apple cider, leaf-peeping and pumpkin patches, all in cozy sweaters, not tank tops and flip flops. Guess I’ll have to go chase my fall with the last few weeks of freedom I have! PCT | SIERRA | That haze you see is actually smoke. Little did we know how much more of that we’d encounter in the coming weeks. Lake Michigan looking angry on the shores of Door County. Also, camping with a four-year-old takes rooftop tenting to a whole ‘nother level. PCT | CALIFORNIA | I accidentally got a job yesterday. But only because I discovered drinking wine is much less fun when you can do it literally any time you want. PCT | CALIFORNIA | I think I’m living the phrase, “Idle hands are the Devil’s handiwork.” That time I got a drone and pretended to know how to use it. I get to be a bird now! After a big adventure (like a 2,650 mile hike across the country) I tend to want to be alone. I avoid people at too many costs, unsure of the benefit all the same. But sometimes you have to ignore what you think you know about yourself and listen to a friend.
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