Lightning can be a real bitch. That is if you are one of the 49 Americans struck and killed by lightning each year. Lightning strikes are no joke as anyone who has been around live lightning can tell you. But at the same time, I love the smell of rain, that petrichor aroma, the crash …
“But did you die?” Thanks to a run-in with one hell of an asshole coyote this evening, the short answer to that question is no, my rescue pup did not die today. We did have one hell of a adventure during our shenanigans in the national forest today. Here Carly is during happier times, at …
It was early July and I was standing and sweating on the top of an 11,000-foot mountain. I was tired, exhausted, happy, and sweaty (Did I mention sweaty?) I was very sweaty, and at that moment I could not care less about my dirty hiker feet. The views were out of this world amazing as …
Last week I had to tell my pup to “Drop it!” on the trail. Why was Dog Mom raising her voice this time? Because man’s best friend had part of a deer leg, hoove still attached, in her mouth. Being that I am the best Dog Mom ever (In her pea-brained mind) she was thrilled …
I swear I heard a rumor that its springtime under these frozen pine limbs but it was so blustery this morning on my hike that my iPhone simply refused to turn on whatsoever. One minute my frozen iPhone went from sixty percent battery to three percent battery as I was trying to take a selfie …