5 reasons my dog was more bad@$$ than you’ll ever be
Wild. Her breed was wild. Her spirit was wild. And now her spirit lives in me.
my origin story
How does one become a badass hiker?
Short story: Hang out with people who like to hike, trail run, and scale mountains. Read more for the longer version.
dental health is mental health
As the season of chaos reigns, are you taking care of you?
Life Lessons With LK (yes, again)
Because you couldn’t possibly have gotten enough of my attempts at wisdom the first time, let’s visit a few more together. Shall we?
Thank-full Season
Welcome to the season of gratitude. A season to celebrate our abundance—socially, emotionally, and physically.
peace offering
What a week we’ve survived. Between falling back into darkness with little hope for our bodies to adjust and a tumultuous election day, ignoring the anxiety people have feels callous on my part. Wednesday morning I awoke to a beautiful, quiet blanket of white powder as if the Universe sent me a personal message that peace can exist amongst turmoil. Inner rage, heartbreak, and bile at the back of my throat. It’s a message worthy of action. The luck, fortune, rights, and opportunity to keep and protect for all Americans.
Wonderland Trail
Circumnavigating Mount Tahoma clockwise during Labor Day weekend 2019
Tahoe Rim Trail
Immediately after completing the JMT, we hightailed it to Tahoe to circumnavigate the blue waters. Ok, kidding. We stayed in Reno to “recover” for a few days and eat real food. And plan our l’il loopty lou.
books books books
Come set awhile. Let’s enjoy a l’il chitty chat about how we read and why.
A Southern Tribute
There’s beauty in the traditions of the South that cannot be described but merely felt. The ways of honoring the deceased and the respect shown to the family is unparalleled elsewhere in the States. And the ways in which we share in our grief, us Southerners I mean, is comforting, caring, and uplifting in way I did not recall or notice as a child. The silver lining of funerals and the passing of our loved ones is that it brings family and friends together.
Fall Frolics
Hellooooo Spooky Season! Spider webs remind us about creativity and finding patterns in the world. The changing leaves display vibrancy that awes and inspires us. When we feel the wind swirl the leaves we sense the tug of the season demonstrating to us that letting go is the healthy path forward. This particular week in Autumn offered us glimpses of magic—a comet burning brightly, a Full Hunters Moon as the biggest full moon all year, and you learning to be content with it all.
The Female Thru-Hike Experience
Katy Perry’s Roar vibrates in my right ear while I settle my left boot up onto the snowpack of the next kick-in boot track along the South facing section of Forester Pass (13,160’). As I heave myself and my pack with 7 days’ worth of provisions nestled in a heavy bear cannister, I roar aloud simultaneously to my melodious inspiration. “It’s not that bad,” flies by my ear that is sans earbud. Surprised by my partners proximity, I turn and gruffly nod. Here is where I describe my waifishness – a long and lithe 5’2” former ballerina who obviously learned that the term “can’t” does not exist (still taught today in studios worldwide). Alternatively, my partner exudes averageness. Height, weight, male, and yes, titled Joey.
Every time I recall this memory I double over with laughter. Why? How is this scene not hilarious? Imagine, if you will indulge me, a small figure with a pack larger rising along the side of a rockface one boot up to her chest and pushing on trekking poles to reach the next step and her Average Joe on her heels waiting patiently for each step as if the stairs were made for him. Because they were. This scene encompasses my female narrative in all my adventures. Maybe it’s part of what draws me into the wilds though.
I grew up with older brothers and was expected to be stronger, better, faster if I wanted to participate. I outsmarted the other capture the flag teams, I was all-time QB for four hand touch, and I never shed a tear no matter how many soccer balls nailed my face when forced to be goalie (always). Is it this way for all the other female thru hikers? I don’t know. I wonder. I wonder a lot because their stories are never shared. So, sit back, turn down Roar and let me tell you mine…
Spotlight: Ashley Thomson
Immediately impressed with Ashley’s work, I knew our relationship wouldn’t end at the U. The University of Utah, that is. Specifically the dance department. Ashley created a music video for the seniors—yes, edited too!—that was fun, spunky, catchy, and irresistibly charming. Due to Ashley’s talent, hard work, and creative brain, the dance department wisely invited her back for teaching, choreographing, and as an RA during the summer program (and later to set choreography for shows), which is how I got to know Ashley more deeply on a personal level.
Spotlight: Sarah Edson
You never know what kinda quirky you will find at Book Group but most likely you will find a perfect match to your own. That setting leaned towards apropos for Sarah and I to meet and immediately plan adventurous outings together! We gravitated towards each other by great conversation and similar experiences then bonded over Jeopardy! and Wheel of Fortune with steaming mugs of hot chocolate in hand, laughter in our throats.
WILD Spaces
Do you feel the winds of change yet? It’s been a whirlwind of a week for most of us, right? October weather variances always brought the worst hurricanes according to my youthful experiences in the South aaaand here we are again. Also, the dry wind out West seems to spur more and more fires. Poor Wyoming. Apparently, it’s your year to burn.
Although I have always preferred the windy dance between Spring conquering Winter, I am beginning to appreciate the loss of Summer to Autumn’s dragon breath. Wind signifies the impending change of seasons and my life generally echoes these natural rhythms as I age.
What’s next? What burdens do I leave in my wake? What fresh ideas are blowing in on the breeze for me to grasp at? Will they blow on by or will I be lucky enough for them to smack me in the face like a red maple leaf blown free in a sudden gust?
I currently have too many creative ideas swirling around. My hopes and dreams collect like the backlit clouds gathering into the Big Dipper as I sip whiskey rockin’ on my front porch only to be dumped back into my eyes in the morn after the Earth has spun and the dipper upended. What does that even mean? That my dreams are recycled?
Functional Mobility: Lesson II
When it feels impossible to pry your bones away from the mattress on dark winter mornings, there are a few exercises you can roll through to wake up those petrified limbs of yours. A habit I employ on week day morns throughout hibernation season is lifting the edge of the bedsheets and slowly sliding to the floor to roll my joints and back out. I perform a full 20 minute floor ritual that leads to being able to open my eyeballs. I’m not suggesting this could work for you but maybe it’s an alternative to consider when the thought of standing overwhelms you.
Spotlight: Susan Maddrey
When living in Teton Valley, Idaho I was in the process of a healing journey. Stress performs shady inestimable damage on a body, a mind, a human as a whole being. Even at the cellular level, you become altered. Leaving you feeling diminished. At least, that was my experience. I thought I could be completely healed after some down, or resting time, and finding a new rhythm but my symptoms persisted. Symptoms I couldn’t ignore. I knew my hormones had to be out of balance. I knew I needed to seek guidance.
Enter Susan Maddrey, who is always ready and excited to share her knowledge on nutrition and promote healing through proper nutritional support. I immediately employed Susan to help. Beginning with a questionnaire and a thorough report, I followed Susan’s three month plan that included very few changes to my diet along with a supplement regimen.
Full Tilt
Life Lessons With LK
When I teach, I aim to set students up for success in life. I attempt to do this with cute, clever phrases, analogies, and wisdoms I’ve stumbled across throughout my teaching career and in life at large. Impart life's subtleties in a quiet manner. Although sometimes quite overtly. If you missed these from your own dance teacher or missed out on dance altogether, I may be bias but I do advise checking out a class sometime. While you search for one near you, here are a few notable reasons for taking that risk to walk into a studio and learn more about what your body and mind can do.
Synchronicity
What I’m alluding to, more than my trite experience, is the times in our lives we have found meaning from happenstance. The correlation feels spot on and all the feels hit just right or illuminate something previously hidden in the psyche. That time a song came on the radio that answered the question in your head. When you turned around at the right time to not be mauled. The stranger you shared a laugh with that saved your day. All of the minuscule moments that draw meaning down into the core of us. Synchronicity.