Hiking 16 mountainous miles. Not dying from bears, dehydration, or the outdoors.

In which a bison wanders through our campsite.

In which I interview the amazing Anna Hailey, ultramarathoner extraordinaire!

In which I take my camelbak and my macchiato hiking.

In which we sled on Monahans Sandhills and I casually review the book Sugar by Kimberly Stuart.

In which I discuss creating spare time in relationships, a half-second at a time.

In which I run out of breath but not thoughts.

In which I discover that we do not need to take both bicycles and kayaks camping and that I might be in love with my cooler.

In which I may need to pare down the camping paraphernalia.

In which my congested self reminisces about a recent trip and considers whether travel could be a soul hobby.