Document the moments you feel most in love with yourself - what you're wearing, who you're around, what you're doing. Recreate and repeat. | Warsan Shire
Last week a ton of people posted their Spotify year/decade in review which inspired me to look at mine. My favorite part was every year told a story of which road trip, flight, state or country I was in. From traveling to Florida and back through the East Coast and Canada (yes back to the Midwest, worth it!), to the West Coast with fantastic friends to exploring the southwestern corner of the US and Alaska with my love, and taking a few international and stateside vacations with my family. Songs for middle of the night drives to all of the national parks, years full of watching every sunset and sunrise I can, and endless car singing. Thanks for collecting an insane amount of data on us all, @spotify.
Thank you @runbumtours for a fantastic race weekend at Cloudland Canyon 50k - I received my free race pics taken by 📸 Appalachian Exposures last night and was happy to be reminded that it was miles of smiles out there for me. How can you not have gratitude for being alive and able to run in such a beautiful place like this? 😊
They say not all who wander are lost. Except this particular day, I was wandering, and I was definitely lost.
Although this is one of my favorite photos taken last year, I wouldn’t be completely honest if I omitted the backstory to how this day really went down.
I’ve been hesitant to tell this story because it would exhibit my flawed thinking and naïve mindset when I began seriously hiking. But my days of being ashamed about my inexperience are gone, so here it goes...
I arrived at the parking lot at a reasonable hour in the morning. My goal was Indian Head. That was it.
I was moving down Lake Road just fine and ran into a family from Ontario, immediately getting distracted in conversation. I came to a bridge and decided it was beautiful and that I should cross it. Little did I know this “error” would cost me most of the day.
I was enjoying the autumn colors until I realized I was not going towards Indian Head. I was lost. Not realizing there would be no cell service, I kept climbing until I had reception, frantically texting a friend back in NYC to help me navigate my way from afar (not sure why I thought this was productive) and googled the maps until I saw a sign for Lower Wolf Jaw- a high peak I had zero intentions of climbing that day, and truthfully, knew nothing about.
A kind soul at the summit (I hope you are reading this) let me take photos of his map and we hiked together for awhile until we arrived at the junction that would take me to Indian Head.
After getting lost (again,) I ran into two girls from Quebec, so we joined forces to find Indian Head.
After breaking a trekking pole, nearly running out of food (thankfully, they shared their homemade cookies with me 🙏🏼) cutting my foot (I brought bandaids!) I made it. It was absolutely breathtaking, despite the miles it took me to get there.
I learned more than I ever thought possible in one day alone.
Although it ended up being an adventurous day, it could’ve ended differently. I am so grateful for those I met on the trail.
Don’t be afraid to live and to learn.
Own your journey, even if you’re occasionally lost & leaning on others. #wanderlustwednesday
3 2611 December, 2019
New video will be up at 4pm EST. Today's video will be me tying my top producing fly; the pheasant tail tungsten jig. I know there are tons of tutorials for pheasant tails out there. How can I not do a video of the nymph that's on my rig 90% of the time and has caught easily over 50-60% of my total fish? It's nice to switch up the videos every once in a while too.
1 811 December, 2019
Saltos del Moconá.
Misiones, El Sobervio, Argentina.
Gear | There’s a whole lot of it. As a new hiker, or anyone in the mountain scene, it can be actually quite intimidating. I know I was when I first started. I was fortunate to have a dad who had got me into hiking as a little kid, and who had a whole lot of gear in our basement storage. When the mountains really started making sense to me and how I could turn it into the kind of passion that I have my dad was able to give me some basic gear to get started. It’s amazing how much is out there for gear. How much of it we NEED, and then how much of it is just extra. Like, I need 10 puffies and shells in each color. That’s probably much more on the end of being extra, but that topic is for another time. I think my point is, though, don’t get intimidated by the gear. Don’t let it stop you from exploring and from seeking the mountains out. Everything else will come with time.
Earlier this month a team led by @leo_houlding free climbed a new big wall route on Mount Roraima in Guyana’s rainforest, a spectacular mountain that was the inspiration for The Lost World. Young British climber @anna_taylor_98 was part of the expedition and in an interview up on our online Journal, tells us about the challenges of the journey through the rainforest, what summit day felt like and how she should have trained in a sauna. Click on the link in our bio to read. Photo by @mattpycroft. #ThinAirGuides#roraima#guyana#climbing#expedition#girlswhoclimb
My biggest fear before attempting this multi stage race of 250kms was to not finish. And I was really afraid of the last stage of 92kms. Before attempting a normal ultra of 92 kms you are rested, you spent the week before doing easy exercice, you had your pasta party and your are excited. After 4 marathons in 4 days, there is no pasta party because you have to carry your own food (amongst your sleeping bag, jacket, matress...) so you keep it light. Actually the last day is when you have the least amount of food. Your body is shattered from the 170 previous kilometers and what I feared the most is that I would not enjoy running the last day at all. But when I woke up that day at 2 am, and even if I was hungry because I had no more breakfast, even if I was tired from a few hours of sleep, even if I had not showered, wiped my ass or changed my socks in 5 days or even if I didn't remember the taste of coffee, the most important was that I was really surprised to be happy to go running that day and that's when I knew I could finish this. .
The word that connects everybody.
A hello, to someone new.
A hi, to a fellow biker.
Namaste, to a ladakhi.
Or maybe, a goodbye to a friend you just met.
A promise, to meet at someplace new.
It's more than just a hi, or a hello.
It's a beautiful nexus.
A simple, yet strong word to build friendships.
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