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 …

Airport Olympics

Start out with 100 points. DQ= Disqualified. Check in - 5 points deducted if you have to check a bag. (Unless that bag contains the following: skis, surfboards, climbing or slack lining gear, a horse mask, or camera equipment.) - 5 points deducted if you don’t have a tag with your information on said checked …

“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 …

Levels of Happiness According to a Traveling Millennial

Growing up I spent most of my time running around barefoot, loitering, playing sports, and exploring the enchanted forests that surrounded my house. Disclaimer; those were actually drug invested swampy sections of trees that broke up the constant line of houses in the suburbs of Florida. We didn't have cell phones and social media apps …