Hiking

As some of you may know, I’ve spent the past few summers climbing as many 14ers (mountains over 14,000’ high) as I can.  There are 54 in Colorado, and while I’m not sure that I have a goal of climbing every single one of them, I love the challenge and adventure that each one brings….

On Saturday, I climbed Mt. Massive, which was my 24th 14er, and my 10th of the summer (which checks #4 off my list of goals for 2011).  Saturday also marked the 4-year anniversary of my move from Seattle – which, in some ways, was the initial leap into really big adventure that’s still unfolding.  Needless…

It is Monday.  Again. Monday is a difficult way to spend 1/7th of one’s life. However, I’ll have you know that the weekend was a raging success.  I moved all of my earthly belongings out of my apartment and into a storage unit – mainly thanks to my mom (who packed my entire household while…

Early in the summer, I bought the Buff.  Little did I know that it would become my trademark piece of mountain garb. This is what I look like every time I hike: high ponytail, crooked smile, and the Buff. It’s ridiculous.  And I love it.  People ask about it on every hike I find myself…

On Friday morning, my dad and I left at 4am and drove for over 2 hours to hike for 6 and see only one other person all day.  It’s a very, very thin slice of the world’s population who will ever stand where we were on Friday – between the remote location and the 4-wheel…

Monday was a paid holiday, and I am taking tomorrow and Friday off.  That makes this a 2 day work week, and today my Friday.  Amen. I’m not very good at “vacation.”  I travel a lot, and use every minute of the (very generous) vacation time that I am given – but I never take…

As we waited for the sun to sink in the west, 4-year old Kate asked me why the fireworks hadn’t started yet. “Because,” I explained, “the sky is still light.  The sun needs to travel all the way to California before it will be dark.” I felt proud of my explanation – until little Annabelle…

This weekend marked the beginning of the Best Summer Since 2007. The summer of 2007 was my favorite to date.  I still lived in Seattle, and spent every waking moment outside in the sunshine, on the water, in the mountains, with friends.  I knew that my life in the Northwest was a ticking clock, as…

“At least it will make a good blog,” I laughed. “What will you title it?” he asked. I thought for a second, but really, there was only one choice: “‘Up to my crotch,’ of course.” – – – – – – – – See, what happened is… I have a friend named Bennett.  He and…

I am resurrecting from the blog-dead. Maybe if I say it out loud, it will stick. Where have I been?  Oh, you know.  Working.  Working out.  Thinking.  Reading.  Watching some more “Friday Night Lights.”  Breathing. I spent the long weekend in Colorado Springs at my parent’s new house – they moved in June, and I…