Recently, one of the guys I ski with was conveying to me how talented one of our mutual friends is at downhill mountain biking. "Yeah she is so sick," he said, "Sometimes when we're out riding she will be right on my tail, chasing me down the trail." He's a great skier, and while I…Read more Braking for the Male Ego
By guest blogger, Stephanie Vu The first time I heard an elk bugle I thought I was going to die. I was solo overnight-ing the Pawnee-Buchanan Pass Loop in Colorado with my two dogs and had settled down for camp about 11 miles in when I heard that ubiquitous noise. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vmhkX1kYoI4 Was it…Read more Creating My Own Hunting Heritage: Finding Confidence Through Bowhunting
By guest blogger, Anna K. When I was growing up, my family took camping trips every summer. At first we would go to large campgrounds with big groups of people and families from our neighborhood. They were the kind of campgrounds where there were designated campsites with parking spots, a water spit, and indoor bathrooms…Read more Carrying My Own Weight: A Self-Proclaimed Weakling’s Journey to the Wilderness
Two women. Twenty(ish) mountain passes. One hundred miles. And a lot of cheese. * "Sitting up here, I feel immensely proud of what we just did," Kirstin said as she looked down the valley and pointed to a mountain far in the distance, "I can't believe we came from all the way over there." "Me…Read more Touring Mont Blanc with the BFF: Celebrating Female Friendship and Badassery.
By guest blogger, Alexis Ahlzadeh My plane landed in Utah on a snowy night - an element I was not used to after spending my entire life in the humidity and mildness of Georgia. I leaned my forehead against the window of a cab headed for a detox center. This was not a vacation or…Read more When Life is Finally Lived
By guest blogger, Bernadette Murphy It’s 9 a.m. on a frigid January morning in the town of Ouray, Colorado, population 1,000. Located ten miles northeast of Telluride, Ouray is known as the ‘Switzerland of America’ because of its setting at the narrow head of a valley, enclosed on three sides by steep, granite peaks. Dramatic…Read more Failing (and Falling) Better
The first time I truly enjoyed myself on a camping trip was two months ago in Moab. I have loved camping and backpacking my whole life, and I often experienced joy on these adventures, but underlying that happiness I always felt anxious, scared, or stressed. The quiet of wild spaces that most people find to…Read more Setting My Default to Happy – The Name that Changed My Life