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Back to the Future

Dust storm in the distance mountains at Silver Island
I thought about starting this blog by praising myself for some of the new things I’d done lately. It was going to be a big pat on the back for reattempting some past failures then succeeding, and for finally giving the go ahead on some intimidating pursuits I’ve been putting off for sometime now. But by the time I find myself tick-typing away on my keyboard all I can think about is all the things I realize I have yet to learn. (more…)

May 30, 2012
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a bad goodbye

Typical tree in La Rambla
Learning a language feels like climbing sometimes. The first days in a new area leave you feeling confused and flailing. But after a few days of consistency, you start to feel the flow. Some days you’re spot on for no reason at all, the next you can barely do your warm up and you have no idea why. Sometimes a few rest days leave you extra motivated and on top of your game. Always in the end no matter how much you think you know, there are a million pieces of the language you have yet to learn. (more…)

March 17, 2012
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Chatty Town

Trying to figure out how to boulder.
I used to define sections of my life with blog posts. Each submit would tidily tie up a trip or stay somewhere. These days we’ve been moving too fast to keep up with blogs, footage, photos or people for that matter. While my content for blogs keeps getting greater, the time to organize it, tell about it, and really comprehend it seems to diminish inside each intertwining trip and travel. (more…)

January 15, 2012
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The ride, the road, the Red.

I fancy myself being a Southerner, and since becoming a rock climber I’ve experienced some small town America living. But in this part of the country I’m a city girl, and even the most podunkest of towns look metro compared to the back woods in this part of Kentucky. Being “out here” is not so much about how far out of town I am, or how deserted my physical location is, it’s a mentality in these hills that make The Red so different and removed from other areas I’ve been to.

Red Barn outside a frosty window in Slade, KY.
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December 30, 2011
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