Utah: A Love Story, pt 1

Life does not go according to plan. When I applied to universities as a highschool student I planned on going to Georgia State University, living with my best friend, and all without having to get good grades in high school. Most of that did not happen in the linear manner I had envisioned. I got…

Turn it Off

Everyone talks about how important it is to turn off our phones, step away from the screens, be present with the people around us, and be in tune with nature. My Shakespeare professor spent the first ten minutes of our lecture, lecturing us on how phone were making us stupid. I’ve always assumed climbing made…

The Pursuit of Radical

Meeting your idols is an odd concept. I think of movie stars, musicians, Martin Luther King, Dr’s Jane Goodall and Sylvia Earle. When Hugh Jackman came into my coffee shop several weeks ago, I turned bright red, refused to make eye contact, and then proceeded to giggle to myself for thirty minutes. The few times…

Dating Climbers Sucks

Over the years my boyfriend and I have been climbing partners and not climbing partners. We spent most of this last year chasing each other around the west, enjoying independent adventures and returning home to high-five and reenact every move we did while climbing on our trips. Many of my friends have remarked on how…

When 5.8 is Scarier than 5.12

The backs of my hands are bruised and there’s still tape residue on them. My right forearm is slightly swollen. My legs are covered in bruises. I’m not sure when or how my enjoyment of crack climbing became a fully fledged love, but shoving my hands into the cracks of the Vedauwoo boulders elevated my…

Turning 25

I like to think that my quarter life crisis happened last summer, driving to work at 5:30 in the morning, and listening to “Escape” by Rupert Holmes (aka “The Pina Colada Song”). I was freaking out. I was about to turn 24 and still in undergrad with no real forward momentum in my life, or…

If You Need A Pep Talk

I spent last weekend at the New River Gorge in West Virginia. It was an unplanned trip, the week before Kathy Karlo texted me asking if I would meet her there to do some filming for Arêt Baseware. I was determined to go. The week before I left was awful, I fought with my boyfriend,…

Girl, You Got Guns!

A few weeks ago I took my car to get my oil changed. I was supposed to go to a barre class with a girl friend of mine and was wearing the expected yoga pant and tank top attire when I walked up to the register. At some point, between rummaging through my purse and paying…

A Goodbye to Expectations

My mom called me as my boyfriend and I were just leaving the New River Gorge vicinity, heading back to Atlanta after a week that was somewhere between delightful and fun, and stressful and disgusting. My mom called me because a friend I had run into on my trip, who I hadn’t seen in almost…

Being Authentically Feminine

Last week, multiple articles were released regarding women in outdoor social media, the topic usually involving how we appear. Sometimes we’re beautiful with nice hair and a full face of make up. Sometimes we’re beautiful with wild hair, no make up and a little bit of blood and dirt. Sometimes we’re just straight up covered…