Read more about the article The Pillars of Doom; A Montana Rendezvous and Meeting Mountain Man Marty

The Pillars of Doom; A Montana Rendezvous and Meeting Mountain Man Marty

Deserving of their name, we were soon faced with these pinnacles. They were about thirty feet high and two feet wide on top and became wider on down to the bottom, but we couldn’t cross below. We had to cross where they were just a couple feet across. We’re on the top of the mountain looking down on thousands of feet and what could be our last view. And this isn’t a trail—not a well-traveled area with proven success in crossing. It was a free climb, and it was fucking exhilarating. 

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A Sunrise Intuition; Sneaking Out at Thirty-four

There I sat, on my parent’s brisk toilet the day after Christmas, unwrapping a second pregnancy test for good measure. (Exactly how I imagined holidays in my mid-thirties). How wild would this be? Adam and I aren’t even 48 hours into our engagement and a frickin’ baby?! So much for an engagement party with the build-your-own tequila station I dreamt of last night…

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Read more about the article Nowhere and Back in a Day’s Time

Nowhere and Back in a Day’s Time

With a little pep in my step (or what my partner would classify as agitation), I went to the nearest open United desk and was pleasant as pie as I greeted a few real sweet ladies who instructed me to head to the help desk. I was greeted at desk number three: “Hello, how are you?” “I’m doing well! I mean, considering…” “Considering you’re at the airport? I hear ya…” I was going to say, ‘Considering that my flight was canceled,’ but this person gets it; she has to work here. I wanted to reply with ‘Transferred from the DMV, did ya?’

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Read more about the article Half Dome; A 16-mile Hike, a Blown Radiator, and a Vibrator in a Shopping Bag

Half Dome; A 16-mile Hike, a Blown Radiator, and a Vibrator in a Shopping Bag

Two big and wonderful things happened on June 25th, 2015. The first was scoring a first-come first-serve campsite at Camp 4 in Yosemite. The second was the real icing; while waiting in line for camping, I checked my email (since I now enthusiastically had service) and voila! A notification confirming that I had won the daily lottery to hike Half Dome the next day.

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