Hiker, backpacker, climber, and mother of two grown children whom she is quite proud of. Has the weird talent of being able to speak backwards, but has yet to find a way to capitalize on it. Used to get picked last for team sports in school until the day she surprised everyone (including herself) by hitting the ball out of the park and bringing her teammates in to win the game. Has six cats and has been known to go out in public completely covered in cat fur. Moved to sunny California 5 years ago (doesn't do winter anymore) and learned very quickly to never, ever kick a cactus.
This is my second morning in a row of waking up at 4 a.m. I lie there in the dark for a while, trying to shut off my mind so I can get back to
"No, no, I'm not dehydrated - I'm dehydrating. Food, that is. My dehydrators are going 24 hours a day" My friend, a park ranger, just looked at
I had spent a good year preparing to hike the Appalachian Trail – I read every book about the A.T. that was downloadable to my Kindle, became a
When I started planning this journey of hiking the Pacific Crest Trail (okay, the Appalachian Trail first, but now the Pacific Crest Trail), I was
I do not have eyebrows. Oh sure, there are a couple of scraggly hairs that grow in a weird configuration that nowhere near resemble an eyebrow, but
The seed of hiking the Appalachian Trail was first planted in my mind when in 2007, I hiked the Debsconeag Trail in Maine with my friend Sandie, aka
“Life begins at the end of your comfort zone.” – Neale Donald Walsch “My best vacation is your worst nightmare.” – Jim Bridwell Hello