Category: Writing
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Solo
As I Drive up the mountain road I keep glancing at the back seat, I’m used to seeing my little one there but today she is at day care and I am taking the morning to do something I have not done since before she was born. Going on solo hikes was always an escape…
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Desolation
Glaciers carve the land, scraping the soil away, exposing stone, and all semblance of life is abolished from the earth. Glaciers recede, depositing boulders, large and small, like frozen trolls on the bleak landscape. The wind blows carrying with it particles of sand, seeds of plants, which snuggle into the crooks and crannies of the…
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The Little Things
Slow down and look around. See the little things. Find beauty in the smallest part of a flower. Stop to smell the earthy scent of sage brush as it transitions into winter. Always take a small amount of time to appreciate what lies directly around you. There is magic in these moments.
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Mountain Senses
Breath deep; the mountain air is thin yet it fills the lungs and brain to capacity. Heavy boots fly weary bones to the pass between two ragged peaks overlooking 11,000 feet of rock, wildflowers, and air. Take the dusty steep trail down to a pool of sapphire crystal. The edges of the glassy water so…
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Lessons From an Epic Adventure
I had an epic adventure this weekend. I do not mean the kind of “adventure” where you go on a pretty hike snaps some cute photos and post it on instagram with the hashtags #adventure. I mean a nitty gritty – there is a small chance we may not make it out of this with…
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All is Gold
There is a time in the mountains when the land begins its final stretch before winter. The days gradually become shorter; the sun still warms your skins but starts to burn a little less brightly. The creeks flow fast and cold, already prepared for the ice and snow that is destined to cover their banks.…
Bit of Betsy 