The morning hike starts the same way every day. It is just past dark, but before sunrise when Jack and I set out. He is always anxious, curious and a little nutty. I am usually sore, always alert and making sure he doesn’t get into trouble. We take the first few minutes to get settled. Jack does…
This morning’s hike was a gift. It’s starting to get warmer here in the desert. We are already into the 80s and the 90s are mere days away. It’s the trade off for our wonderful winter. Yucky hot summers. I’ve been anticipating, taking all things that can melt out to my car in preparation. Summer is…
I don’t have much to say today. In fact, my mind is bogged down in the fictional world of Candidate: A Love Story. The manuscript is due by 11/23. That’s ten days…as the guy from that show Cake Boss says, “I don’t know how we’re gonna do it.” I passed frazzled on Monday. It was…
Hiking to Machu Picchu was not magical. I did not return with great wisdom, a spiritual awakening or the mysteries of life solved. I guess life is not like the movies, although I would still love to have a soundtrack playing as I live out the rest of my days if that ever becomes an…
I used to carry a big purse. I would pride myself on being able to shove anything in my purse. I had wipes, napkins, a big wallet with checks, Band-Aids, water, extra laces, Sharpies. Everything anyone could ever need. I would sometimes shove a book in there. I liked having lots of stuff. I wasn’t…
Paris is that beautiful girl in high school. The one with the piercing eyes surrounded by abnormally thick, dark, eyelashes. The girl with the great wardrobe and the older boyfriend that always picks her up after school. Paris is stunning, sweeping and yet no one really knows her. She’s distant and a bit untouchable. Peru…
Never has choosing a pair of pants seemed so important. The trek to Machu Picchu is now three weeks away and I have read everything I possibly can on packing tips and the like. Some say travel pants, some say workout pants, others swear by those ones that zip into shorts. I’m literally sweating about…
I need to write something. It’s been three days and even though it was a pretty shitty weekend, there must be something to say. I…I spent a couple of hours today obsessing about whether or not I should bring a walking stick when I hike the Inca Trail to Machu Picchu at the end of May.…