Wherever we go in the mountains, we find more jalapeno poppers then we seek Powerful words were spoken by naturalist John Muir way back in the early nineteen hundreds. Okay this might not have been the exact quote. I may have thrown in the jalapeno poppers part. When John Muir trekked these eastern Sierra trails …
If it’s March in southern California, you can probably find the Hungry Mountaineer sweating her way up a mountainside in a few feet of snow and probably shoveling keto-friendly cheese crackers in her mouth. After a two hour snowshoe up a mountainside where I just burned nearly 1,500 calories, you can bet your ass I’m …
India seems like a country that never sleeps. And I don’t mean that in a Las Vegas way where you can find delicious secret pizza at the swanky Cosmopolitan Hotel at three in the morning after dancing half the night away. India is a sleepless country as in, you try to avoid traffic by leaving on …
I grew up thinking I hated Italian food. No carb filled lasagna or greasy fettuccine alfredo for this mountain girl! This was so many years before I began running half marathons and first heard the term carbo-loading. Up among the pines in the mountain town I grew up in we were an hour’s drive from …
I would just like to say I’m pretty sure I do not and have never had the Coronavirus. But that being said my immune system has been broken since I got the flu from hell at Borough Market in the U.K. in January. I puked my way through Venice, walked the streets of Rome feeling like …