Think the summit is everything? Think again…
Phew. We did it! After practically disappearing under a rock for the past few months, Sarah and I have finally launched our book, The Lady Dirtbag’s Guide to Freedom. Not to toot my own horn here, but it’s pretty freakin rad! It has been my passion to encourage women to uncover their strength to kick ass outside. […]
Don’t sound like a gaper. Brush up on your mountain vocabulary and join the conversation.
Don’t be unprepared this winter. Select the proper pack for you winter wonderland!
If you’re not questioning why you like to wake up at an ungodly hour to subject yourself to intense physical torture at high altitudes, then you aren’t doing it right.
There’s a special breed who live for dawn. While you’re asleep we tip-toe out of bed. We yearn for the unspeakable hour. A 2am wakeup call means nothing. There’s anticipation in the air when we lace up our boots by headlamp; our foggy breath obscuring our vision. A morning cup of joe high in the mountains sounds like the perfect coffee date. Nothing beats skiing a fresh line of powder shortly after sunrise. The pyramid shadow of the mountain points us to the next horizon. We live by the sun. We are dawn patrol.