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…

The Great American Roadtrip Part III

The rest of the trip to the coast were a blurred stream of long grey days filled with inactivity and frustration with few bright spots of comfort and ease. My main goal was just make it to the coast. Cautious of time we cut our time in Breckenridge, Colorado short due to a terrible case…

How Physical Challenge Provides Mental Break Throughs

 Post originally written for Fayettechill. I remember once babbling on to my dad about how incredibly buff professional rock climbers Alex Puccio and Lisa Rands were and how I wanted to be strong like them. My dad looked at me, “you are buff!” He proceeded to tell me all the other changes he had noticed as…

Life is Like a Bed Covered in Bugs

“Fear urged him to go back, but growth drove him on.” – Jack London, White Fang When I was a child, before my parent’s got divorced and I still lived in Atlanta, I had a dream in which my entire bed was covered with bugs. I’m talking centipedes, worms, beetles, all kinds of creepy crawlies…