Almost exactly one year after I left New Zealand, I landed back in Wanaka. I went for a hike with a long lost friend, and as the sun set over those familiar mountains across the lake, it felt like coming home.
In Montana, a three-day weekend at the start of a long awaited (long awaited) summer is the most coveted time to get outside. But not the kind of outside where you grab your sunscreen and head to a lawn chair. A long weekend here is grounds for serious adventure, western-style. Continue reading
My latest life resolution was conceived during an atypical women’s retreat that involved dance parties, whiskey, naked mid-day saunas, and three other women very dear to my heart. Continue reading
You know what I’m talking about: it’s the best powder day to date and you spend it digging your car out from the road you had no business driving up in the first place without chains or much clearance to speak of. It’s digging your sled out of a tree well—or crashing it somewhere more creative, requiring elaborate pulley systems and the rest of your daylight hours to rescue it.
Upon coming home to the States after an extended waking dream in New Zealand, I found myself restless. My body longed for new trails to wander, and my mind longed for a balance between sitting in front of a computer doing meaningful work and a deep desire to be in the mountains.