The year was 2003. It would be thirteen years prior to my first trip to Australia and actually consuming Vegemite on Australian soil, seeing boobs on Bondi Beach and relaxing for days at a time while consuming all the “Bugs” my body could handle on Fitzroy Island. This night would be the first actual ” …
Once upon a time I was on the last mile out on a fifteen mile hike and I was dragging. The trail, formally completely frozen in the early morning hours was now a gooey, sticky, muddy mess and my exhausted feet felt like they were powering through gum as my legs fought with every step to process closer …
I’m staring at an entire mountain range that was decimated by wildfire two years ago. This used to be where I hiked beneath the Jeffrey pines and my dog frolicked in the freezing cold creeks. One June day as I watched flames spreading towards the highest peaks I felt like my heart was breaking for Lost …
Last week I spent an early morning watching ponies working out on the track as the sun rose beneath the San Gabriel Mountains. It was truly the most amazing sunrise. I feel so blessed with my crazy California life to get to be out here trackside on mornings like this. I felt so much joy …
It was late November and we were disgruntled republicans so we felt a central coast road trip was in order. Four days of whining about Donald Trump and comparing Ted Cruz to Nathan Lane and making far to many jokes about “feeling the Bern” the best cure for disgruntled republican fever was four days of …