A former bunhead ballerina turned skoolie dwelling mountain woman.
After eleven years being the mom to 34 children in foster care and at risk homes I have decided to trek the PCT solo.
I am going to just take a walk and hopefully not die.
I was just curious one day as I ctrolled down the faces of my family. The husband, the daughter adopted from foster care, the son made ward of legal
A red flag appeared on my email box gently alerting me to a new message. I opened my inbox fully expecting a spam message or perhaps a new recipe to
What are you going to eat?
I shrugged my shoulders as I hesitantly explained my ultralight weight goal and how I do not plan on bringing a stove
I have hiked 21 14,000ers in seven days. I have stood face to face with a bear ransacking my beloved Subaru. I have ice climbed frozen waterfalls
“Oh shit. I mean shoot. I mean. I don’t know babes. Oh gosh I do not know if I can do this. Like psychically do this.”
It was 4:30 a.m. and I was