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,…

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…

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…

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…

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…

It’s Ok To Get Trashy

I watched the guy put his beer can in the snow bank at Ouray Ice Park and walk away. “Are you serious!” I shouted after him, not even registering how upset I was. The man and the woman with him turned around and looked at me as I held up his beer can, my eyes…

Homework VS Climbing

I recently did an interview with the lovely ladies of Flash Foxy and was asked how I find time to make sure I get outside. When I initially answered that question, I had just spent my spring semester traveling to some amazing places: Ouray in Colorado, Indian Creek in Utah, and Yosemite Valley in California—all…

The Importance of “No”

I see article after article telling people to embrace their fears, asking parents to allow their children to be brave and play outside, sharing stories of incredible women doing terrifying and awe-inspiring things. I’ve even written some. It’s pretty rad to be an outdoor lady right now. That said, very rarely do I see articles…