Isn’t that what ol’ Jagger said? I write a post about my strong need for solitude and to feel alive, then I hop in the car and head up to a remote trail on the northern tip of Vancouver Island to spend some time in the wild with my thoughts. I start…
744. That is how many clicks I have had on my last post, She Died Doing What I Love, since July 14th. I have been blogging since January 6th of 2016 and I have published 185 posts in that time. None of them even come close to having that kind of response. The closest is…
I got home late last yesterday from a hike. Nothing special about that. Except this hike was with my sister Kristen, her sister-in-law Molly and my niece Meaghan and we were hiking on the trail to Sauk Mountain to look for the belongings of their mother-in-law and nana who fell to her death on July 11, 2017…
I started writing this post from the 16th story of a hotel in downtown Tacoma with a view of the Puget Sound peeking out beyond other tall buildings in the distance on Tuesday. I did some urban hiking to get there; riding for 3 hours on public transportation 62 miles from home to attend a training. A training…
I remember the first time we met, Beckler Peak and I. She was a little shy… I remember having been the first person on trail (as I like it) and having her to myself for over an hour. She never did quite give me the whole show and left me longing to return. …
Editor’s Note: This is my sixth and final installment on my spring break road trip saga. If you’ve been following along, thanks for sticking it out! The sun began to creep over the Providence Mountains at 5:30am and I awoke to our last day in the desert. Hard to believe the week had already passed…