We all know social media was built around shameless self-promotion and adorable baby (and puppy!) photos. But as much as we love to hate on Facebook, it’s also an incredible place to build community and share the highs and lows of life together. Last week my...
We’re swapping the canopy off the truck again because we want the silver one, no the white one, no actually the silver one is better let’s put that back on. I am helping my spouse move this big, heavy, hulking behemoth because all of our really strong friends...
The truth about bailing is that we’re all guilty of it. You are a bailer. I am a bailer. We bail. It’s not a matter of when you will bail, but how. Which begs the question: what type of bailer are you? As defined by Urban Dictionary, bailing is to leave a...
Hiding under an inverted canoe, a shield of epoxied fiberglass shards, we are almost able to keep our entire bodies out of the torrential rain. We’d been enjoying a leisurely float down the Jefferson when a sudden thunderstorm flooded the languid river, causing our...
The wood chips are frozen into mini-jagged peaks as angry breath clouds my face in the bitter air. “You think I can’t do it because I’m a GIRL!”, I shout, in my most confident-sounding second-grader voice. A group of older boys is fighting me...
After a more-exciting-than-I’d-like February, where we skied and also wrecked our truck on black ice (see Part 1 and Part 2 of TAY 88), I was excited to take a week-long trip to do a little cabin skiing in Alaska. Alas, Alaska had other plans and we did a lot of...
Pink, round, and bearing the Mini Mouse insignia along each arm, I got my first pair of glasses in the first grade. I said goodbye to any social status I enjoyed and joined the crew of “unpopulars”. I dealt with it as best as any 6-year old can, but...
The rumbling sound is low and persistent, its origins a mystery. We are skinning next to the vast, frozen Eklutna Lake and, even though we’re miles from the nearest road, it almost sounds like someone is listening to music with heavy bass off in the distance....
The sunlight warms the pasty skin beneath my toenails as I feel my toe-hairs rustle gently in the springtime breeze. After many months trapped inside closed-toed, sock-stuffed, freedom-restricting shoes, my feet are released, yet again, into the world. It’s a sunny...
We’d driven the parking loop not once, but twice. Visiting Mt. Saint Helens for the first time this season, the Sippel Sisters and I were looking for a perfectly level, sunny spot to camp. After deciding no such unicorn existed, we chose a primo location nearish...
