Growing up, I loved the story of how Huck Finn convinces Tom to build a raft and float down the river for multiple days. I built my first water-craft with my dad probably around the age of 9 (it’s maiden, and only voyage was in our pool, but hey, it floated!). After a few other… Continue reading So… Packrafting

“Just write about how much you get to sleep,” said my cousin and mom friend, Rachel D., when I told her I started writing a blog so that my friends who are moms can vicariously live through my adventures and freedom. While I would hate to bore you with all the details of how I… Continue reading Buying a Ticket at Lunch

For many of you, I am “that person”. Ya know, the one who when you see a special of someone on TV climbing a rock, traveling for an undetermined amount of time with a very small bag, or dying somewhere out in the middle of nowhere with no one to know what actually happened, you… Continue reading Beautiful Places with Beautiful People

You could say I am a cheese and wine party expert. For example; there was the one time my boyfriend and I may or may not have smuggled boxed wine and goldfish crackers onto a missions trip and snuck off to set up hammocks down by the river to consume them. Or the time I… Continue reading A Cheese and Wine Party

If you ever get the chance to visit, we’ll probably go on an adventure that goes something like this: you are being pushed outside of your comfort zone, you start to understand the joy that I find in being outside in moderate to high risk situations. Once I see you make the realization, I will… Continue reading I Live Here!

Only a few times has my dad ever confronted me, all in needed ways. There was the time I was dating a chump. The time I was partying too much. You know, the things that my dad can see as harmful but a 20 something Megan cannot. Well, I am 30 now, so obviously far… Continue reading Dad and Accountability