Even if the glass hadn’t shattered everywhere, the snow was too dirty to make any remnants salvageable. The malted-brown goodness Andrew had carried for hours was gone forever, dissolving before our eyes into the frozen earth. We’d be spending New Year’s Eve without...
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....
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...
