When I started my Turns All Year journey, I never imagined I would make it to Month 100. What an obscure and meaningless and ridiculous pursuit this is. And yet, here I am. I’m happy to have reached this milestone, and happier in general because of the...
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...
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...
When you get near 75 month of Turns All Year, everything starts to feel tenuous: am I going to pull a hamstring? Tear an ACL? Rip an achilles? Whether you’re at 18 months or 18 years. these questions plague you as you approach major milestones.I started...
In the town where I grew up, there exists a small gear shop. It’s packed to the brim with lovingly used skis and bikes and backpacks and activewear in need of a new home. Since my mom moved closer to downtown, the shop is a three-block walk from her front door....
