When it Rains on Saturday


Photo by Reza Shayestehpour

It’s raining. I wrapped myself in a musty jacket and the dog is sitting next to me—not mine, my roommate’s—and we’re watching the rain from the porch. I’ve turned on music without words in the background. Dogs are barking and the cats are quiet for now, I’m not sure if they’re hiding from the rain. Continue reading

Gear at Red Rock

When Your Climbing Gear Gets Stolen

A friend and I had just finished a trip to Red Rock outside of Las Vegas. It was the first time I had ever climbed outside of Wyoming, and despite a long drive back to the harsh, early mountain winter, my mind was still full of hot rock and cold wind, a canyon echoing the cries and laughter from climbers, and the mellow fatigue that sets in when you’re halfway back to your car after a day of climbing. Continue reading


Dear #vanlife: I don’t want to be a dirtbag


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Dear #vanlife,

I know this isn’t the cool thing. Every day, I see the photos and read the articles where you keep telling me I should quit my soul-sucking office job and move into a tricked-out van/ bus/truck so my spirit can be as free as the eagles flying over Moab’s desert. Especially if I want to be a real Climber.

And if I commit fully to #vanlife, then I can use very authentic hashtags when I post photos of my amazing #vanlife, and humblebrag things like, “Wow, I can’t believe this is REALLY my life! #blessed!” which might worry some followers (‘does she really forget everything at night while she sleeps?’).

But I have to tell you something, #vanlife: I don’t want to be a dirtbag. Continue reading