for my friends who are moms

Even if the sun wasn’t going to take a break, my body needed to. We had 5 more miles of hiking, and 16 more river miles to go, but we were done. What suppose to be a day trip, which we decided to overnight, was about to get an extra day tack onto it. Thankfully,… Continue reading Sharing a bed with a tundra dog

Caitlin, Adam and I hopped on the bus for an 8 hour tour of Denali National Park. We were supposed to get on the backpackers bus, but ended up on the tour bus. Our backpacks full of camping gear were shoved in the back. The ride was an welcomed rest to the previous few days… Continue reading White Haired People on a Bus

“Well at least there’s a warm beer in the van when we get done.” Chris said after about the 6th portage around a log jamb of day three. “That’s whole reason this trip, right? For the warm beers we left in the van?” I respond. We were trying to make the most of memorial day… Continue reading The Warm Beer at the End

So turns out, when you try to go a relive you high school glory days of playing basketball, in the moms bracket (recreational, 30s+ womens bracket => moms bracket) at the largest 3-on-3 basketball tournament in the world, you are at risk for tearing your achilles tendon. Who knew!? Although, after watching the first 14… Continue reading Sorry moms, no one is going to be rad.

Yeah, I use to go clubbing. What are you gonna do about it?  And yeah, sometimes I would consume beverages that would impair my judgement at said clubs. This may or may not have been a factor in the events which were to follow, honestly it was so long ago I can’t remember. I also… Continue reading Not Getting Deported

So, because I am an engineer, people think I am smart. And I think I am. But there are times when I think, “hmmm…. maybe not”. Like the time I was working on the construction management team, of a 8-story building, in downtown Seattle. I felt really smart, reviewing drawings, making decisions on construction, managing… Continue reading Bear Traps and Walking Through Them

“So, this is what it’s like to go packrafting… just with 50 more pounds?” Asked my only-friend-I-made-while-living-in-Seattle, Becky (jk I also made friends with her husband Frank), as we pulled off to the side of the river. You see, the previous day had been spectacular! Diana, Becky, Frank and I had all made a solid… Continue reading Slogging in the OP

You know what is the best? Friends whose house you can invite not only yourself to, but also two other friends over for Thanksgiving (and then you volunteer to bring the turkey, and realize far too late that it takes more like 3-4 days to thaw a 14 lbs turkey and not 1-2 days, and… Continue reading Why I Started a Blog