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
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.
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
The past year has been filled with mountain lessons too numbered to count, and I’ve only just begun. I’ve come a long way from the limitations of trudging up class 2 trails. Oh yes. Now I gasp and wheeze my way up class 3 and 4 routes as well. It isn’t graceful or pretty or speedy, but every route gets slightly easier(ish). More importantly though, are the moments, people and places that make each weekend hill-session so memorable. With only two months left in 2015, I want to share a few of my favorites. I’ll… Read More
Most hill-lusting, mountain-addicts probably remember their first Moss Piglet – that moment when the challenge of the journey was accepted as a part of the experience. Rather than silence negativity, Moss Piglets adapt and are motivated by it. They crave harder, limit pushing experiences, knowing the payoff (and the high) will be that much better.
Six or seven individual lights at first in a cluster, began to form a line not dissimilar to the line of headlamps seen on an early morning hike up Longs. They moved as hikers might, in one direction up a trail. But suddenly they stopped – all of them. At the same time. We turned our headlamps off to avoid drawing further attention to ourselves.
I’m an accidental gear-geek, unintentionally afflicted with a budget-burning desire to learn about, touch, and own the latest, greatest, and lightest the industry has to offer. Gear-geekyness is something that happens over time, and like a craft coffee addiction, it sneaks up without notice until one day the cost for a cup unicorn-infused java surpasses every other credit card charge for the month. But by then it’s too late, and a latte isn’t a latte unless it’s made with mermaid kisses or pixie dust. The outdoor gear industry is overwhelming to say… 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