Friday night in the mountains with friends means baking a puff pastry covered Sheperd’s Pie and bleeding all over my kitchen. I know, I know, most of my recent stories are ripe with bodily fluid incidents. I did not mean to get my thumb stuck in the …
When we had arrived in Anchorage a week earlier we had looked like the poster children from sunny southern California, our tans, white teeth and sandals clearly making us stand out amide the sweat pants, and work boots of the locals. Now after spending three days in the bush, well we definitely smelled like …
A friend asked me today if I had ever had shin splits with all the running I do. No but I’ve had Shin Shits! Haaahhaaahaaa! Oh wait, is that only funny to me? I guess it’s funny now, because I’m wearing clean pants. It was not funny when I was twenty two years old, …
I feel so blessed every day to live here, run here and love my life in this pristine mountain forest.
Every time I type government shut down into my phone it comes up with government shit down. This might not be a complete auto correct mistake. This morning I got up at five a.m to hike/ run at Mt San Gorgonio, old grey back. I chose to run the Momyer/ Alger Creek trail as most …