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…)

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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