I often wonder if zombies can breathe under water. Being undead could be a pretty interesting superpower, minus the whole rotting body, attacking humans thing. I used to think that, given the option of any superpower, I’d choose flight or invisibility. But today I realized what my ultimate superpower would be: the ability to live without eating or sleeping. I’ve done the math. We spend, at a minimum, 4 months a year nourishing and recharging ourselves. That’s a lot of time. Over the course of a lifetime, that adds up to more… Read More
We get outside to live by tide and sun and galaxy to meet ourselves to meet each other – newly free from pretense and pavement. “Want to go to the park?” Yes. Yes I want to go to the park. I always want to go to the park. More than a swath of green lawn, Rocky Mountain National Park swaps buildings for mountains and fountains for falls. It’s home. Kept wonderfully wild, protected from development and open 24/7, National Parks are truly magic. They are windows into the past, glimpses… Read More
What do you do, when passion runs a muck in your brain? When it consumes you and fuels insanity and opens doors to lands you’ve only read about in fairytales? Dance in the glitter- that’s what you do. And then dive headfirst into it, because to deny passion is to deny magic, I think.
“Remember: where you’re going, there are no roads.” — Doc Brown, Back to the Future III Time travel + van life wrapped in a nifty old western motif? Yep, I’d give it a go. If someone were to ask “would you like to arrive at the trailhead via Delorean or train?” I’m going to pick train, every time. Want to take a train to the trailhead of one of the most stunning basins in Colorado? As luck would have it, you can. The train doesn’t time travel, but the view is breath taking. Here are… Read More
So much of the beauty comes from amount of effort it took to get there.
Weekend Wandering // Oct 23-25, 2015: Iron Roads You promised yourself to the mountains, so you go. Sometimes my trips start as part of an email chain, a Facebook group message, long conversations about where and when to go. Other times, they start like this: “Wanna still do the Via Ferrata? I’ll do it with you” “YES.” “Ok. I can leave Friday night.” I love a good road trip with open-ended details. There’s something exciting about knowing where you’re headed, but not what you’ll see or do along the way. Very few things… Read More
Over the past two years I’ve been working to identify what would make my life, my existence as a human less encumbered. Here’s what I have so far: No judgement. I’ll do me, you do you. Life is too short for the negativity and toxicity that stems from judgement. Do no intentional harm. Strive to positively impact the world around us. This a modification of the Golden Rule, I think. If rule two isn’t followed, then rule one will be void. Always carry an extra battery and an extra memory card. Life favors… Read More
I don’t think there’s anything quite as satisfying as waking up in a tent to the early morning wilderness. Don’t get me wrong – marshmallows, a decent burger and cider after a long hike, and petting fluffy things are all close runners up; but there’s something more to witnessing and existing in the dawn’s ambiance. Sometimes I think that if I’m still enough, I might actually be able to hear the earth breathe, to see the ripple of its pulse move through everything around me. I think that’s why I dig solo hiking so much: my brain finally stops… Read More
Everybody needs beauty as well as bread, places to play in and pray in, where nature may heal and give strength to body and soul. John Muir Simply put: mamma nature knows what we need, and being active outdoors is just plain good for us. I recently read an article on Huffington Post that touches on the health and mental benefits of hiking (scroll to the end of the post for the link). Based on the social media reaction to the story, I think it resonated with many-an-outdoorsman – myself included. And why shouldn’t… Read More
“…it’s about feeling free, unbounded, shedding the distractions and barriers of our civilization—not bringing them with us.” ― Ryel Kestenbaum I first learned to backcountry backpack when I was 18, as a gift from my parents. I went with Outward Bound to the San Juan Mountains of Colorado for three glorious weeks of natural freedom. The trip itself was the very definition of a love/hate relationship. I loathed my frozen boots and the daily hauling of water. At sixty percent of my body weight, the packs were heavy. But every morning, without fail, the hills… Read More