I slide the still warm freshly printed driver’s license in the excuse of a wallet that promptly goes into the pocket of my knee worn through jeans. It didn’t take long for my first “road trip” at 16 years old to a beach that was 3 hours away, just because. Then, a …
Outdoor Guilt.
“I should go for a walk, no that’s dumb, go for a quick hike… I wonder if I could summit something before sundown…. Shelby, it’s 5 in the evening. Jeez, you’re so lazy you haven’t done anything outside all weekend…I’m just so tired…wait a god damn minute! I skied for like 2 …
The Great Croc Traverse
Since Ms. Corona (she's not married in my head, because she's a strong independent woman that don't need no man) blessed our lives with her presence there has been a small decline in outdoor shenanigans. Objectives* have been forced on the back burner, so there have been a lot of reading Freedom of the Hills* …
Badass or Baby?
"God, why was I being such a baby?!" "That move was so big and scary!" "I should have flashed* that "Don't let me 'take'* so much next time" My climbing partner just nods in compliance as I untie because he knows, no matter what he says it won't change the way I felt about that …