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 Letter to Secretary Ryan Zinke

The first time I went to Bears Ears National Monument was for spring break two years ago. Myself and two friends drove non-stop for nearly 24 hours so that we could climb it’s world renowned canyon walls. Never in my life have I been so awe-inspired by a place so wild and isolated. The news…

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…

Deserts, I Love You

The first time I ever went out to the desert, I hated it. I thought it was large piles of dirt pepper with overgrown bushes. It was hot. I got the worst sunburn of my life and I don’t know how I escaped without getting skin cancer. I drove through a lot of hail. I…

Fighting and Laughter in Las Vegas

I’m still in denial that I’m back in Atlanta, even if I’ve spent two weeks in my usual routine of class, work, sleep. Going to Red Rock was more than just a trip without my boyfriend. It was my trip. My trip where I spent four days going from boulder to boulder collecting battle scars and…

I Am an Independent Traveler, I Don’t Need No Boyfriend

When I initially reached out to my friend Brandon to go spend spring break with me it was a spur of the moment, what-human-will-drop-what-they’re-doing-and-go-adventuring-with-me, and I-desperately-need-a-vacation sort of thing. We’d talked, worked out, run into each other at crags, and side hugged at parties and at the gym, primarily bonding after the Nov 8 election…

Dear Climber Guys

Dear climber guys, On this day, the day women celebrate each other internationally, when we are supposed to skip work to support the Women’s March, and only a few days after Flash Foxy’s Women’s Climbing Festival, I thought I’d take a moment or two to remind you that we haven’t forgotten about you. Sure, we…