Like many of my peers, I’ve spent most of November feeling disheartened and maybe a little panicked. I’ve been trying to make time for self-care in order to stay (relatively) sane, but each time I lace up my running shoes or pack a backpack, I feel a little guilty, like my time would be better spent on activism than on the entirely self-serving pursuit of personal fitness. Continue reading “The reluctant enthusiast, the part-time crusader, the half-hearted fanatic”
I’ve normally considered this blog to be a space safe from nasty election cycle rhetoric (if not from nasty women). I mostly write about places I’ve been and people I’ve met and things I like to do outside, because usually, someone else is articulating the way I feel about the world better than I can. But this is not “politics,” and the values we, outdoorspeople, hold nearest and dearest are under direct threat by a newly-elected president who believes climate change is a hoax. Continue reading “We have a lot of work to do”
I like fall. It’s a fine season: it’s not so damn hot anymore, plus everything looks better in autumnal gold. I’m not such a big fan of pumpkin spice, but I’ll admit to increased root vegetable consumption, I have a few sweaters in the back of my closet I’ve been missing since March, and I eagerly welcome the advent of Stew Season. Continue reading “Sugar and (pumpkin) spice, and other things I’m not made of”
I’m lucky that I made it to age 26 with four living grandparents. In that regard, I know, I’m luckier than most, not to mention that I have a relationship with each of them. I know all that, but that doesn’t make it smart any less to lose a grandparent. Continue reading “I am the Boo-rang”
I’ve never felt qualified to speak publicly for a whole group of people before. Now, though, I have something to say. I fell into the outdoor community because I felt like an outsider, pun not intended. (Okay, maybe intended.) I didn’t feel like I fit in until I found the world I’m part of now. That’s lucky for me, but it’s also possible because of a really ugly thing that’s part everything I do every day: White Privilege.
Each week, I sit down to write a blog post. Sometimes they detail the intensely personal struggles and failures of my life; sometimes it’s just a lighthearted anecdote about kids or dogs or things I like to do. I mostly know how to write about one thing: playing outside. Continue reading “The conversation we have to start having”
my alaskan odyssey 