“Hurry up,” I tell my wrist, “You’ve got five days to heal.” Last week I got up early to work out. I got my weights out and set them by the door. Half-asleep, I skipped around the room to warm up, and immediately tripped over the weights I’d just placed there. BAM! On my face. I went down hard, graceless and shocked. That’s a quick way to wake up. I fancy I’m going to climb Mt. Read more…
Being bored of food with no way of acquiring anything different just plain sucks. Reminds me of college. We needed a large variety of consumables. We thought about dehydrating food and putting together little recipes like we’ve done for smaller trips. We have three dehydrators, after all. Time to put them bad boys to work! I drove to Costco, purchased giant gleaming crates of all-organic delicious strawberries, drove home, sliced them up, plugged in the Read more…
The second spot was the best, of course. It always is. Aidan chose White Rock Lake for our anniversary weekend getaway. The idea was to remove us from the hectic pace of planning the JMT. We found a decent spot, but as usual, we checked out just one more, and the treeline opened, revealing the campsite of our dreams. Fire pit and flat tent site, plenty of room with private lake access. And plenty of Read more…