Years ago, I was sitting in a Boston bar when somebody said the word ‘chaps.’ The men all said in unison, “Oooh, chaps.” There was nothing sexier to these city folk than a woman in chaps. So, when my Ecuadorean horseback guide informed us we would need to wear chaps, I thought, “Oooh chaps, my city friends would… [Continue Reading...]
Day 37: Ludington, MI to Mount Pleasant, MI (113 miles) This was our eighth and final century. I’d like to pretend that I am so hard core that I am sad that this is our last one. But I am thrilled. A hundred miles is a long way to bike. While I am glad I can check… [Continue Reading...]
I never get to axe anything at home in Texas. So, when I booked my trip to Alaska I scoured the internet looking for a way to fit in some ice climbing. Everything I saw was too long or too advanced. Part of my time in Alaska, I toured with REI adventures. I was with… [Continue Reading...]
This blog is my playground. Here I ignore the rules. Run around. Practice creativity. Experiment. If you’re allergic to typos, missed apostrophe’s or hate reading, you should go now. These are my true stories. I’ve gathered them over my lifetime; you shouldn’t try to follow along as if I am telling them in any kind of order. Forget time--worrying about it takes too long.