Winter camping conditions make me melt. Especially if I am underprepared with too few warm and dry, synthetic clothes. Withdrawal, some tears, some sarcasm — all of these and more can surface with winter camping conditions and me. I always bounce back but I travel down a long, dark internal Read more…
Our first night was the capstone to a wet, windy inaugural hiking day in Torres del Paine. I could tell I would be hiking in my rain jacket for the next few days and my hat would probably never leave my head until I was back in Puerto Natales. I Read more…
Chateau de Fajac le Relenque, south of Toulouse. The view from our chateau. Unkept wild flowers of varying heights adorned the chairs on the ends of each row of the ceremony space, while an antique bicycle held the sign for where cocktails and dinner had taken place the night before. Read more…
Brooklyn took a long time to open her arms to me, but she finally came around. Or maybe I came around once I started discovering the murals scattered throughout the alleyways circling South 11th Street and Bedford Avenue. I read Bedford Avenue was one of these brightening corners of the Read more…
I went to the same hardware store three times in one day in preparation for Burning Man. I was already a regular at Brownie’s Hardware on Polk Street because I insist on being a patron of local businesses whenever possible. But that day was a marathon of purchasing items like Read more…