When I opened the trunk today to organize the contents of my life in a Chevy Aveo, I saw a perfect vision of paradox. The items in my vehicle were selected carefully and with great consideration; having no known place to live when they were packed I chose the things I knew I’d use, the things that would make me feel the most comfortable anywhere I ended up, and the tools/gear I’d need to do what makes me me. Continue reading Kate Spade and Pure Grit
August, 2008 – Indian Paintbrush in the foreground, South Sister in the background. My first 20 mile overnight backpacking trip. Thank the gods I was with a geologer/experienced navigator. In addition to keeping us on course when no trail existed, she introduced me to the importance of triscuits and string cheese AND whiskey when backpacking in the Cascades. Shout out to you Kathryn Watts! xo!
BLACKROCK HUT, Shenandoah National Park, Appalachian Trail
It has been one year since I set out on my grand Appalachian Adventure. It’s hardly believable that so much time has passed, and also how (in what ways) the time has passed. Continue reading Anniversary