Doesn’t everyone pack a Donald Trump pool floatie for their girls getaway camping trip? No? Just me? Well, that explains the glares I got at every alpine lake I hiked to in the Eastern Sierra. But whatever—this was my last summertime outdoor woman hurrah before trading swimsuits for sweaters and Ugg boots. I was damn …
Are you there, God? It’s me—no, not Margaret, but Big Bear Lake’s professional dirt walker, the Hungry Mountaineer. How am I doing? Well, let me tell you: eight months of chronic ankle pain has been hellish for this once-athletic, once mountain-goat-level trail runner. Do I feel envy when I see other runners spring past me …
Sometimes, you just have to unplug from the madness—family drama, doomscrolling, and the friends who yell at you for watching Fox News, even though they still think Real Housewives counts as “current events.” That’s when it’s time to pack up the dog, the natural deodorant that doesn’t work anyways, and head into the wilds for …
Hi. I have a problem. Thrift store shopping is my vice. I can’t stop purchasing gently used cowboy boots. Thank the Lord for Eco-friendly leather repair products. They help me restore all those vintage cowboy boots to their boot-scootin’ glory. Yes, Taylor Swift may have been talking about me when she sang, “Hi. I’m the …
If there is one thing my Mother does not appreciate, it’s my respect for Forty-Seven. But even Mama can appreciate a summer vacation road trip where Trump’s once inflatable head is riding shotgun! And she is always the most popular person in camp when she brings along a side dish of the best baked beans …