Summer 2008 – I so don’t remember the name of this lake or even the town it was in. But I rode on the back of my friend’s dirtbike with a backpack full of PBR and a bathing suit. That’s all you need for a last minute adventure, right? It was so awesome watching the sun set over the lake and feeling the Northwest evening air turn chilly. I wore a yellow hoody that turned brown from exposure and bugs. There was no room for disappointment over material things.
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!
I shall be telling this with a sigh Somewhere ages and ages hence: Two roads diverged in a wood and I— I took the one less traveled by, And that has made all the difference. ~Robert Frost