Stuck Inside of Atlanta With the Depression Blues Again

I would like to first apologize to Bob Dylan for this title, but also I’m not really sorry. A few weeks ago my friend, Kathy Karlo, posted a completely black image on her Instagram page. She captioned it with this: “How do you tell the internet when you are feeling sad? […] It’s hard to curate…

October 30th

That used to be a very important date. I would plan for it months in advance, asking time off from work, planning out trips or special things to do. To me, it was a very important date- and not because of Halloween. I am an extraordinarily sentimental person. I have keepsakes from all over the…

Getting After It

“You just gotta get after it!” seems to be the mantra of every climber I’ve met recently. My ex used to say it constantly and despite my best efforts to ignore most of the habits picked up from him this seems to be one that I can’t shake. I won’t blame him entirely for this…

Homesick

After living in Salt Lake for nearly a month I went to one of the gyms after finishing my internship work for the day, I was supposed to be hanging out with my friend but she was busy and I had time to kill. I ended up chatting with an older man, he asked me…

You Know There’s a Foot There

This was not the blog post I was going to share. I had a nice blog post- reminiscent on the last four years and looking forward to the next. It was lovely, really. But then, as I sat in front of a v4 boulder problem at the gym last night, resting before giving it another…

The Big Two Six

When I was ten and living in Germany, my mom and I went to Poland. We visited the Wielickza Salt Mine near Kraków, it contains four chapels carved within the mine as well as dozens of statues- all made of salt. In my room back in Atlanta I have a tiny barrel topped with glued…

Climbing is Not a Solo Sport

While listening to Kathy Karlo‘s newest endeavor, a podcast of the same name as her blog, one of the stories heard in the trailer mentioned the speaker’s fear with climbing. In his brief story the man relates that his fear of climbing seemed to dissipate after an exceptionally hard break up. Perhaps the best thing…

Best Life vs Reality

There was some very silly, very naive, part of me that thought once I moved to Utah I would stop crying about the past. I was wrong. I was listening to a podcast on breakups that interviewed Dan Savage who advised that “after two months, move on” (or something similar). It was terrible advise. I…

Someone Has To Do It

On the first day of my job in Utah, my employers gave out awards. It was an effort to show us what we should do everyday after the summer camp ended. “Make something up! Give someone an award for best costume, or best joke, something silly, and be sure to give one to every kid.” I…

Alone on the Road

“You could just turn around, you know, you don’t have to do this.” “What are you going to get out of this anyway?” “Is it financially logical to go out there?” “What about all the strangers? You have a great friend group in Atlanta.” “What if you get murdered while camping in your car?” Every…