Happy Halloween from Savannah, Georgia! If you aren't following my other blog, you might not know that I've been a nomad for the past thirteen months. I try out a new state every five to six weeks, staying in long-term AirBnBs. Over the summer, I stopped back in Colorado to hike some more mountains and … Continue reading Creeping Myself Out
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The Next 100, In Record Time
I had originally titled this post to be more about running, but running wasn't a thing for me most of the summer. And then I just started to get back into in North Carolina when - bam! - major injury number three for the year that has me grounded yet again. I'd give up permanently … Continue reading The Next 100, In Record Time
When in the Flat Tops Wilderness
At Blackwater Pond the tossed waters have settled after a night of rain. I dip my cupped hands. I drink a long time. It tastes like stone, leaves, fire. It falls cold into my body, waking the bones. I hear them deep inside me, whispering oh what is that beautiful thing that just happened? - … Continue reading When in the Flat Tops Wilderness
13,000 Hours in the Mountains: Whose Mountain Is It Anyway?
A big cat family roams Alaska Hill. Their presence has been been confirmed. At first, the evidence was inconclusive: sounds of an animal splashing around in the creek at the bottom of the hill and a barely visible tail near the sound of a branch snapping in the dark. Perhaps a murderous mountain lion, but … Continue reading 13,000 Hours in the Mountains: Whose Mountain Is It Anyway?
Jennifer A Swallow 