The mountains offer not only comfort, but also perspective on the never-ending cycle of life and death.
I am terrestrial creature. I have spent much of my life walking, hiking and biking across the land. I like to move under my own power, using my body to propel myself through the wilderness. So when my husband Curt bought a boat, I had my hesitations. I'm not particularly mechanically inclined, and in the... Continue Reading →
In a few short days, we will jump in our Toyota Tacoma with our dog Shadow and drive about 3,000 miles through 13 states to move from Gainesville, Florida, to West Sacramento, California. The trip will take us about six days. We'll be traveling through Florida, Alabama, Mississippi, Tennessee, Arkansas, Missouri, Iowa, Nebraska, Wyoming, Utah,... Continue Reading →
When you move, you shed things. Furniture, clothes, dishes, weight. Knick-knacks you've kept but don't remember why. That souvenir that seemed so important at the time, but you haven't looked at since. Books you have read and know you will never read again. When you move, you find things. Old report cards. Fourth grade art... Continue Reading →
My cat Tidbit is 16, the equivalent of 84 in people years. She's a tuxedo cat, with fluffy black and white fur. Her back legs and front paws are white and the color stops so precisely that she looks like she's been dipped in paint. She has white all the way from her chin down... Continue Reading →
A year ago today, I began a journey in the mountains, and a few weeks later, I began this blog. This was one of my first posts and it continues to ring true.
I just turned 50, which is the same age my mother was when my father died. I also had a total hip replacement in December of 2013. These events, coupled with my own near-death experience as a child, have taught me that life is fleeting, and it’s important to spend time doing the things that matter to you when you can.
Since my son and I have always loved backpacking, I proposed a journey: We would spend 11 days hiking in the high mountains surrounding Mont Blanc in France, Italy and Switzerland. The circuit, if we could complete it, would take 108 miles of walking and more than 30,000 feet of elevation gain and loss, and we would carry all of our necessities save breakfasts and dinners.
We knew it would be a stretch. I had hiked since my total hip replacement surgery in 2013, with a pack and without…
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We had to say goodbye to our 14-year-old cat Morceau today. It came as rather a shock, as last week he was skittering around the kitchen like a kitten. But death can come like this, suddenly and without warning I knew our cat Morceau before he was even born. In January of 2004, my son... Continue Reading →
We see the man daily on our walk. He holds the leashes in his right hand, two black dogs walking close beside him. In his left hand, he holds a book, his head bent over the pages. As we pass by, I wonder. Does the book contain the scent of jasmine? In its pages does... Continue Reading →
She was found wandering the streets of Gainesville. She had probably been on the lam for months. More than half-starved, she was also pregnant, the babies eating her alive as she unsuccessfully sought food. Someone brought her into the shelter and the veterinarians did a hysterectomy to save her life. That's what they told us... Continue Reading →