On Departure’s Eve
After a week of firsts and fist bumps, I huddled around a campfire, all raw muscles, beer in hand, love in heart, singing and shaking tambourines with good, good folks. One by one, our little impromptu Valley family band eventually…
Things I Have Ingested While Backpacking: An Incomplete List
Swedish Fish candies (red only) Chocolate pudding containing all of the things we couldn’t fit into our bear canister that night The charred remains of a solitary square of over-fried SPAM Multiple unidentified winged creatures, raw Crushed Pringles, with a…
To Love A Mountain
To love a mountain is to get up close and personal with it – but also it, to you. It starts innocently at first, a glance out the car window or a set of concentric lines on a map leading…
(Emotionally) Naked and Afraid
In a flash of quick hugs and lingering dust, Marc was gone. I waved at his receding form a bit longer than necessary, my hand mindlessly stirring up the atmospheric inferno that was already brewing well before lunchtime. I shouldered…