wo years ago I vowed I would never again pack a bike box. I’d been a racer for six years and at the ripe age of 21 was (rather melodramatically) retiring. There were lots of reasons why; the commitment, the expenses, the lack of opportunities for women- I could go on but the bottom line was that I was done ... Read More »
INTRODUCING OUTDOOR HOURS: If someone were to ask you, “What’s been one of the most memorable hours of your entire life?” you’d be sent back in time, recalling those small moments that changed it all and showed you who you were, when life made sense and in that brief moment you’re right where you’re supposed to be, and when, simply ... Read More »
“It’s not an adventure until something goes wrong” – Yvon Chouinard (rock climber, environmentalist, and founder of Patagonia). I think it’s safe to say that the sport of rock climbing is dangerous. There’s an unpredictability to the sport which, I believe, is partly the reason most climbers take it up in the first place. We’re dare devils defying gravity. With ... Read More »
I feel like a spider whose web was just obliterated by the stick of an uneasy hiker. One second I’m gracefully scuttling across a grid of rocks, and the next I’m flailing on what feels like the edge of the earth, as if someone reached down from the sky and karate chopped the rest of this bluff out from under ... Read More »
This outdoor hour is brought to you by the letter “C”. “C”, as in, “Coyotes”. You know, the somewhat cute, cuddly, and crafty little canine that’s no bigger than a collie. And So It Begins… We started our hike from the parking lot thinking we’d make the 3-mile trek to the closest backpacker campsite. “We”, being my girlfriend and I, ... Read More »
It’s amazing what the body can do when the mind is willing. In April 2010, Morgan Hoesterey and I set out from the island of Hawaii across the Alenuihaha Channel to Maui. It was the first of seven channels that we planned on crossing as part of Destination 3 Degrees. Our mission with D3 was to raise awareness for the ... Read More »
The wind howled, muffled only by the sound of swaying trees. A light rain was on the move, falling sideways and then straight, moving as if unable to make up its mind about which way to fall. As the porch moaned and creaked to the wind, I poured some tea and cradled the cup in my hands. A tingle ran ... Read More »
