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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Wild Swans and a trip to where they came from.

I read the book Wild Swans by Jung Chang during my very first trip to Spain. Though I had been abroad before (most of my family lives in England and I had visited there throughout my childhood) Spain was different. I was intimated by the language barrier and cultural unfamiliarity. I shied away from speaking with locals even though I had a few years of Spanish under my belt. I comforted myself with croissants and wine, focused on climbing, and stuck my nose in my book to deal with discomfort. (more…)