Get into the car wearing nothing but a tank top, shorts, ski boots, and tutu (duh). Go on a five minute ride. Walk 30 seconds, on snow, to the top of a flat landing and click into your skis. Sloosh your way down for 750ish vertical feet on perfect, skier-groomed corn....
How to plan a surprise, secret wedding in 10 easy steps: Get engaged. Tell no one.Decide you don’t want to plan a wedding and opt for a secret, surprise backyard ceremony instead. Make it a western themed pig roast, because you are from Montana and he loves to...
I’ll admit it: I’m getting a little tired of Turns All Year. It’s not TAY, it’s me. I feel like this ridiculous endeavor has introduced me to amazing people and jaw-dropping places, and if I can be self-indulgent, first-world-problems for a...
Two years ago, I adulted hard by buying a townhouse to celebrate birthday #32. I spent the month painting (a mountain mural!), boxing, and moving. Not so much with the birthday celebrating.Then, a year later, my boyfriend bought a house and we once again spent my...
When you’ve been skiing for 78-months in a row, it’s easy to lose track of days and months. I like to compare it to your mid-twenties in terms of aging. At some point, you just forget how old you are. Skiing every month for as long as you can remember and...
Volcano Season in the PNW is a special time for backcountry skiers. This magical season from April-July is full of opportunity and the prospect of sunshine, summit celebrations, and slaying corn. It’s our annual harvest, with each trip promising a rich bounty...
No one is saying anything. It’s as if this pink, pouffy, tulle-tastic monstrosity is not adorning my waist. Do you not see me? Or are you pretending not to see me so you can avoid saying hello you passive-aggressive, Pacific Northwestern, son-of-a-bitch?!I have...
The depth of my anguish as measured by the disappearance of my chin. Photo by Peter Dunau.My shoulders ache, my hip belt is digging in to my fleshy bits, and I think I have a rock in my shoe. It’s the middle of the summer and I’ve once again strapped my...
The flashing “new” button draws me in to a never-ending cascade of cached shows waiting impatiently to be watched. I’m completely addicted to The Bachelor, Real Housewives of Orange County, and America’s Next Top Model, among others. I...
She was 40 weeks + 10 days pregnant, the size of a house, and mowing the lawn on a sunny Saturday in May to encourage the baby to hurry it the hell up already. Maybe it was the smell of freshly cut grass or the heat of being crammed inside, but the baby began to make...
