heart & snark-filled stories from a solo-traveling outdoor adventurist
Over the weekend, I popped north to go see Noah Kahan, he of TikTok and Stick Season fame, and y’all, it was incredible. I expect long-time rock stars, to put on a big show, but you never know what you’ll get from a newer artist, especially one very new to playing for crowds of 15,000 and this show went above and beyond any expectation I had.…
Read moreA few weeks after Sadie died, I sat down on the kitchen floor, got drunk on tequila and tried to weave the pieces of her life and death into a cohesive narrative. It felt important to write a thing, to have some sort of tribute out in the world dedicated to a creature who was by my side for 4,813 days.
The first time I climbed Angel’s Landing, the weather was perfect. I’d caught the first shuttle to the trailhead at 6 a.m. It was in the days before lottery-won permits were required to hike what is a bucket list-topping trail carved into rock overlooking Zion Canyon in Zion National Park.
Two summers ago I bought a stock tank pool, waited an obnoxious amount of time for it be delivered and then helped the delivery man roll it down my street and into my yard. Last year, I built a little pool deck around it and now it is a place of perfection.…
Read moreBooks are one of the easiest ways to escape. One of the most cost effective too. They let us fall into an alternate reality, a land unknown. They slip us out of our tethers and lead us away, to something else, something new, something better, maybe.
This list is a collection of some of my favorite books about wild things, wild people and wild places.…
Read moreSometimes I think I enjoy planning a trip as much as I enjoy taking the trip. Over the years, I’ve honed the planning to a careful craft. There are spreadsheets, methods to the madness, and research that includes checking to see if anyone else has shared an itinerary for the trip I’m attempting.…
Read moreIt’s been just over a year since I found Claude Hopper on the internet and brought him home. We started with a seven-day trial, as if I could bring a dog into my home, snuggle him for a week and then return him. He’s definitely got his shit, and the first weeks were not without some scuffles between him and Luke, some growls thrown at me and one or two escape attempts.…
Read moreAfter 46 hours of travel, two weeks gone and a whirlwind of significant life events, I came home needing to get away. We can call it running, because maybe it was. Away, I’d felt a yoke slip across my shoulders, felt the weight of it start to crush the best parts of me.…
Read moreSometimes, when things change, you have to hold a funeral. You have to light some candles, say some words, feel some feels. Sometimes, you just have to say goodbye.
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I got married young. Twice. After my second divorce, at 30, I tried to patch the broken bits with chaos. When that didn’t work, I quit love.…
Read moreThe first time I visited Mojave National Preserve, I was just passing through. It was at the end of a 10-day trip split between L.A., Palm Springs and Death Valley. I spent about five hours in the park that first visit. In those hours, I managed to hike 3.2 miles, met a coyote, got butt-ass naked in a parking lot and vowed to return.…
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