Bug bitten, blistered, sun burned, scratched. Ash on my clothes, dirt under my fingernails. Dressed in spider webs and fragments of grass and petals, little souvenirs to carry with me for awhile.
Browsing Tag
hiking
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It is a risk to love. I think of this as I sit next to my cousin on the broken down porch of our Grandfather’s home. He’s wearing a gun. I can…
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“Dead leaves and the dirty ground when I know you’re not around.” There are dead leaves everywhere. Inside the tent, sticking to my hands, falling all around us. We’ve been walking in the woods…
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I’m new to hiking. The first time I went hiking in Colorado last year, my body painfully reminded me of this fact. I felt like an overweight forty-year old huffing and puffing…
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My sister weaves flowers in her hair. She also works at a climbing gym and this summer spent a week hiking “14ers,” mountains with an elevation reaching 14,000 ft or more.…