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.