I’m a Little F*cking Butterfly…More like a Moth.

Trigger warning: explicit language. I absolutely did not censor myself in this one. Sorry Grandma, your son-in-law raised a true sailor.  “I cannot wait until your frontal lobe fully develops” My mom has been saying this to me since I was 12 years old. Yes, I understood physiologically what she was talking about (if you …

Chasing Dopamine

      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 …

“Strangers”

I have a controversial opinion: I LOVE people!  Extrovert? I don’t know you tell me. (Stay tuned for the next blog) Below I’ve compiled a few short stories of the amazing humans I’ve connected with since being on the road. Some are short and easy, while others are longer and more intimate. I’ve broken them …