Each week, I sit down to write a post for this blog—usually a tongue-in-cheek list of something related to my (very privileged) outdoor-adjacent life. This week’s post was supposed to be about enjoying a quiet summer with fewer self-imposed goals, but in the wake of this weekend’s violent rallies by literal, actual Nazis, I can’t bring myself to publish it. Continue reading “Whatever you’re doing right now—that’s what you would’ve done.”
“Does having a sports injury mean I’m a legit ultra-runner?” I half-joked with my chiropractor last week.
“It means you need to stretch more,” he told me. Continue reading “I have a sports injury, which means I’ve really arrived”
A few weeks ago, a friend told me she was planning to go camping with her new partner and their friends for the first time.
“I’m a little nervous,” she admitted. Continue reading “List: Make your next date around a campfire”
Speaking strictly anecdotally, many of the smartest people I know have a particular practice in common: as children, they would disassemble things (toys, bicycles) and put them back together to see how they worked. Having mastered the innerworkings of one set of items, they moved onto bigger and more complex objects (kitchen appliances, clocks), not always without consequence, and eventually, in some cases, became capable of changing the oil on their cars or repairing heavy machinery. Continue reading “Tinker toys”
I have lived most of my life in an exceptionally dry climate. Colorado is the sort of place where you step off the plane and your nose promptly starts bleeding.
“At least it’s a dry heat!” chirp out-of-towners from humid places as they slather lotion on their peeling hands and faces. When friends visit, they often spend the first day or so feeling generally lethargic and remarking on how difficult it is to breathe when, say, walking up a flight of stairs.
“Drink lots of water,” we tell them. Continue reading “List: Hydrate or die”