A month removed from my trip to Thailand, I'm still thinking about my time there. Mental images of orange sunsets flit in and out of my head. I daydream about the food. I think about Thai women cutting long noodles like ribbons before mixing them with wilted veggies and shrimp. I'd eat my bowl of pad thai on the beach. There, I'd listen to the waves and watch Thai men make beds of their longboats. I'd swat bugs from my legs and bury my feet in the cool part of the sand.Read More
It's been almost a month since I returned from Thailand. I meant to write a post the moment my plane landed in the U.S. because I wanted it to reflect the buzzing excitement I felt after two weeks in the Land of Smiles. However, life had other plans for me, and those plans involved catching a virus, getting a double ear infection and developing laryngitis. I guess you could say I had a good excuse for delaying this post.Read More
I write this two days before leaving on my first solo, international trip. I'm excited and a little nervous. As such, I haven't slept well this past week. I'm either buzzing with excitement, clicking among colorful photos of Thai jungles and bright beaches, or wringing my hands in nervous anticipation.Read More
It's a little-known fact that I hate hiking.
This is probably a shock to anyone who knows me. After all, my social media pages are filled with photos of endless fields, tall pines and alpine lakes. Those closest to me know I'm always planning some kind of adventure. I'm snowshoeing in a week. I'm flying to Thailand in five. I've penned a backcountry list a mile long.Read More
Nearly a year ago today, I found myself strolling along an asphalt road near the Pacific Ocean with one of my best friends. We had just emerged from a two-night backpacking trip along the Coastal Trail in California's Redwood National Park. Still in our hiking gear, we felt awkward in our bulky boots, which made more sense when we were trudging up slippery hills among fallen logs and thick shrubs. Walking along the road, we just looked like two tired vagabonds.Read More
Sometimes, you just have to get out of town.
That's what I did several weeks ago. It was Thanksgiving weekend and, being a Northwest transplant, I didn't have family nearby with which to celebrate. Instead, I drove north to Bellingham, Wash., to join my friend Denver for late-night laughs and Thanksgiving casseroles. One of her roommates is a chef, so it wasn't a bad alternative to spending time with family.Read More
Where I grew up, the fall season is defined by crunchy leaves, colorful tree limbs and crisp, cool air. It's about buying gourds at nearby farms and welcoming a reprieve from thick humidity. Back home, fall is my favorite season.Read More