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…

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…

To Train or Not to Train

I could probably write a whole year’s worth of blog posts about insecurities and climbing. I deal with it frequently and have talked to other women who, while I might think are strong and flawless, don’t always view themselves as such. It’s an unfortunate but very human quality most of us have. At the beginning…

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…