Of Mice and Mountaintops

  I am writing this at 10:09 PM on a Thursday night in a Walmart parking lot. My car smells overwhelmingly of curry. My car does not normally smell of curry. When I committed myself to a solo road trip—a mini foray into the shallows of vanlife—I was ready for the Big Stuff. Mountaintop vistas. …

Women of the Wild

"Where's your boyfriend?" a man asked me on the summit of Slide Mountain, the highest peak in the Catskills. It'd been a bad week, so I'd left work early that Friday and escaped to the mountains, my go-to move when the world's feeling extra heavy. This was my third summit of the day, and I …

Medicine Wheel, Wyoming

You may have heard the word "yoga" before. "Meditation," too. Maybe "chakra" even, if you've participated in any of the two aforementioned words. In the past ten years or so, Westerners have become enthralled with connecting more intimately with their bodies and the world around them. They do this by tapping into Eastern practices, which …

Farewell, Pennsylvania

I never wanted to live in Pennsylvania. The cities weren't big enough and the land wasn't wild enough. To me, Pennsylvania was the Liberty Bell on one end and the Steelers' stadium on the other, with the strange groundhog that rivets the nation for one lone day in February somewhere in between. Everything about it …

We, the People. We, the Rocks.

It can be difficult to love rock. Bioerosion, glauconite, miogeosyncline, they aren’t words that inspire. Even cleavage becomes a sigh when it’s all slate and dust. But build it a backbone, give it a story, and that piece of sandstone that remembers the weight of dinosaurs 150 million years ago—as well as Jenny + Sean …

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