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 …
My boyfriend dared me to take this book on vacation with us. I always except a dare. Even if it involves Comrade Obama. Our first night of camping I was tempted to leave this book on our 45th president in the porta potty where it belongs but then I reconsidered and thought how fun to …
Highway 395 may be a huge pain in the butt on the weekends but once you get past the ghetto of ugly Victorville about two hours up this lonesome highway you hit the tiny town of Lone Pine. (A town, which interestingly enough only has two bars, or eh, saloons as we would call them in …
Of the ten people I hiked Mt Whitney with I was the only one who did not get altitude sickness and all it’s awesome side effects. I might not have had the chance to live through side effects like nausea, dizzyness, severe head aches and numbness in extremities but I still have to say …
Our second day camping in the Eastern Sierras I’m thankful for sponge baths. Carly and I got up before dawn to start our hike to Duck’s Pass this morning. We cleaned up our campsite on the mammoth scenic loop as the sun was still rising above our camp site. I threw some instant …