Author: Natasha
Glowing with the most proud smile
I was about a year and a half, maybe two years old. We had just moved into the home that I “grew up in” (from this age until age 11 or 12). Our two bedroom house had a large front yard with a big ... Read More
Jagged peaks drawing me in
Winding through the roads of Wyoming, my first few hours ever experiencing this state, I begin to feel the signs of withdrawal. Itching for a fix, every bend that my 1998 green 4WD Toyota Tacoma... Read More
The moment that you cannot capture in a photo
We rolled into the parking lot, obeying the 15 mile per hour limit, and my excitement begins to increase seeing the scattered people looking up on the ridge, with binoculars and spotting scopes in han... Read More
I beg. I reason. I promise.
Laying flat on my back, wrapped in my fluffy orange Kelty dry-down sleeping bag, and atop my Thermarest Z-lite accordion ground pad, I wiggle my face down a little further, and pull the thick lip of t... Read More
Gaze over the edge and grab a rope
Picture in your mind, someone you have interacted with, who has been struck by grief. Imagine anyone you have crossed paths with suffering from the gut wrenching, agonizing, and heartbreaking, l... Read More
Keep the memories alive
A little less than two years ago, I was traveling in Sydney, Australia, a week or two into a two and a half month solo trip. The trip commenced in Kauai, Hawaii, USA, for five days, continued onto the... Read More
I am afraid to die
Today, I spent more than an hour looking for a campsite. Unfortunately, this is not a rare occurrence. The cause of this is usually one of three things: a) I am looking for the perfect campsite to eit... Read More
You are safe, you are smart, you are strong
Sitting here, listening to the birds chirp their various songs of different pitch and tone, I am humbled by the blessing of being solo, again, at this campground. Nearly three years ago, a week... Read More- 5 of 5
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