If I was going to name my book it would be The Audacity of Destroying my Ankle the First Night of Camping. Good morning from the high sierras. ( over 8,000 feet) As I sit in my tent, somehow try to pull my Uggs over my severely swollen ankle and contemplate making campfire coffee. I …
There was a rustling outside my tent. It was ungodly dark outside. If I was not completely blind without my bottlecap glasses then all I would be able to see would be stars in the black night sky outside of my tent. I heard a rustling in the underbrush and I did kind of wonder …
The worst feeling in the world is when the tent starts to leak. You were laying there in your sleeping bag, you just want to relax and fall asleep in your nice cozy sleeping bag and on the side of the tent you can feel water seeping in. It might just be a little bit, it may just be …
Once upon a time I heard the snap of a twig in the middle of the night and I wondered what could that be. And then I tried to go back to sleep. My friend who I was camping with shook me awake and said “It’s a fucking bear!” To which I sleepily replied “Youre …
This morning while zigzagging up the PCH on my way to Big Sur I passed people older than my parents who are biking up this route, every inch of it straining uphill. These people blew me away. I am in incredible shape, and I’m not even in the kind of shape I was a year ago when …