Returning to Christchurch was eerie. The city was quiet and cloudy. We did not spend very long there, however, as we had a ferry to catch from Picton. We used a transfer car to get up to Picton, which ended up costing us just 1 NZD, which is a great deal. We drove the five … More NZ Road Trip Part 5: Wellington and Tongariro
So, Martina is here from Spain and we are going to explore the American West…just as winter appears to be setting in. It’s October, so it’s really a bit early for winter if you ask me, but the Rocky Mountains really don’t care. Boulder was cold and cloudy when she first arrived, which was so … More Going on ANOTHER Road Trip
It was Creeksgiving as they call it in the climbing world, or the time when many-a-climber makes the journey to Indian Creek, that grand valley between highway 191 and Canyonlands to climb their faces off during Thanksgiving. For this reason, all the affordable campsites were occupied, there was no room for us at the inn. … More Return to Moab Part 2: Is This a Canyon?
It’s been over a year since I was in the desert. I’ve been asking myself to get back there ever since I left. Auspicious things seems to happen in the desert. Last time I was there, I experienced the extreme paradoxes that life has to offer: the feeling at once of being exactly where and … More Return to Moab Part 1: One Good Day, and One Bad Day
In high school, I did a lot of Nordic skiing, especially with my dad. He had never really been one to love alpine skiing, and I had moved away from it as my friends were involved in nordic. It was a typical winter evening (read: it was 4:30 in the afternoon and the sun was … More Moving With the Seasons
Sunny Colorado has turned into cold and rainy Colorado this week because I apparently brought the Vancouver weather back with me. Not that I mind too terribly, though. A rainy day or two is pretty nice, especially when you’ve chosen to apply to graduate school and are spending an inordinate amount of your time trying … More Green Mountain, or; I Thought I Left B.C.
September 14th-19th Jasper disappeared farther and farther behind me as I wended my way out through the mountains, chasing the sun as it set. Suddenly it was 6:00 pm instead of 7:00 pm, and I had crossed the time zone into British Colombia. The Canadian highway 5 became absolutely terrifying once dark had fallen, and … More Squamish Part 1: And it Rained
