What Am I?
What am I? It's a question that sits in my mind, like a a ghost in the shadows, teasing me to look straight at it and acknowledge that it's there. I'm a woman, though I still think of myself as a girl. I'm a daughter and a sister, though I often wish I were better at those roles. I'm an employee, though I don't define myself by what I do. I'm a friend, and I hope I'm a good one, but you'd have to ask my friends about that. There are so many ways we can choose to define oursel
The Winds, Part II
Day 3 in The Winds found us camped among the granite giants on the west side of the Cirque of the Towers. The plan for the day was to head up to Shadow Lake and scope out Texas Pass, our original intended route. After breakfast we knew we'd have to face the river crossing from the day before. Even though we'd safely made it across once, it was still intimidating, but once again, we crossed without incident. Once across the river we met up with the trail to Shadow Lake. It led
The Winds, Part I
The mud squishes underneath our boots. Snow capped granite mountains rise above the trees in the distance. Streams and creeks rush past, cold enough to turn your toes and shins red after just a few moments of wading across them. Wildflowers in a painter's box of color, yellow, white, purple, red, and blue, litter the ground around us. This is the Wind River Range (also called The Winds), a rugged stretch of continental divide that includes cirques, lakes, nineteen 13,000'+ pe
