To recap the past year, in no particular order: I learned to make web sites! And so will be moving this to my own sooner than later. I paddled to the Arctic Ocean, I crossed 3 glaciers, I spent a month in Alaska. I had to warm my feet on bellies, more than once. I visited new terrain in a new part of Alaska. I got my hair caught in a rappel device, me and my hair survived, thank you to those who know who you are. I am WFR (Wilderness First Responder) certified. I got Xo out on 3 camping trips. I kicked 25 nights ass.
25 Nights Out
Over a year ago I was talking backpacking with my gynecologist. Somehow over the course of time spent looking inside my vagina we discovered a mutual love of backpacking. She explained that with her job she has been able to not only hike the John Muir Trail multiple times, but that she spends 20 something nights on the trail a year. I brought this up with my friend and sometimes hiking partner Rebecca and she tried to figure out how that could be possible for her and I. Not necessarily together, just, could we figure out how to spend that many nights out in a year?
It is February 2015 and I have yet to hit the trail except to run my first trail half marathon (Steep Ravine, because if you have run that you deserve the brag), so I can start counting today.
