Tag: Art

Memories from Mount Isolation

My ascent began through quiet, rain-soaked birch woods, where golden leaves were strewn all over the ground. I was alone in the wet woods as I focused on climbing higher, walking quickly to warm myself – and for the shear fun of exertion. I climbed through thick fog, feeling myself enveloped in mist, and then, just as I cleared treeline, I rose though the fog, too.

Finding My Passion

Each time I go on a long hike I have a long time to think, a rare privilege in a fast-paced world.  A week or so into every walk, I find my thoughts slowing and relaxing, and I begin enjoying the opportunity to think a thought through to its completion,

On Mountains and Medicine

As things are wont to do when you’re in your 20s and a year has passed since you’ve written, so much has changed since my last post. After being forced off the PCT because of Lyme, I returned home to help my mother with her new business, eventually recovered, visited

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