View from a mile down the road: If you didn’t know, after my last post about the shooting, my community has since been on fire (I just got internet access back). What a fucking week. I went from a town vigil to evacuating Adam’s mom to then evacuating myself and my family. Not to …
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There is Sagebrush, growing on the lining of the trail. It is medicinal in all the ways it plants its healing essence in my mind. The scent of it, smokey and wild, like cedar, rich and smooth but thick with how it clings heavy in the air. When I pluck a branch, the syrup of …
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My mother has always said that I’m a runner. When the going gets tough, I get going. She says I’ve done it ever since I was a little girl. And I have to say, I do remember a smaller version of myself, backpack fully loaded, heading out the door. Proclaiming to any who was listening …
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I’m sitting at a picnic bench, boiling quinoa, because that’s the hipster thing to do. Also, I’m a millennial, so I might as well act the part. A patch nosed snake slithers by and, despite the lack of venom, I get a funny feeling running up the back of my spine. It doesn’t help that …
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The top of Saddle Peak. This is an optional portion of The Backbone Trail (wish I had known that before)—you can cut around it and take Stunt Road if you don't want to deal with the elevation. It was one hell of an uphill climb. But at the top, there are these wild rock formations. …
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The past few days, I hiked the Backbone Trail. Not all 67 miles, but 37, which is enough if you ask me. And the whole point of this blog is to catalog my travels and sometimes, those travels aren’t so grand. In fact, they can be pretty pathetic. Because here’s the deal: I cried. I …
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Sometimes, when I'm tired, and this world is a little too much for me to take (which, to be honest, is quite often these days) I like to play amongst the flowers. I like to tread, barefoot, through the grasses, allowing the thorns to catch in the lining of my dress, implant themselves into the …
There's a little sidestreet you can take that leads into an alternative dimension. A place that hasn't yet caught up with the rest of the world, or perhaps, that the world hasn't yet caught up with. A shanty-town village of rusting desert treasures and rusting desert people. It's called Sky Village Swap Meet, and it …
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The Wild Heart of Life 