With my 29th birthday approaching this week, I have been very aware of the fact that my 20’s are quickly slipping away. That, and how my undying love for jelly donuts are bringing the gym and I closer together.
I like to travel, especially with my husband. We’ve taken boats, trains, planes, cars and even bikes to all different types of destinations. But putting on some good hiking boots, slappin’ on my backpack, and trekking across a country by foot is by far my favorite way to travel.
How many of you Mountain Chicks celebrated National Public Lands Day? We did! Arizona Ambassador Lauren wrote this blog for you women who hike that are looking to learn move about how to serve the public lands that serve you.
Growing up in the city never led me to believe that one day I would be a tree loving, Jeep riding, mountain dweller. But that’s bullshit. I knew on some level that I belonged in the wild. I can remember sitting in my grandparent’s backyard in the outskirts of Chicago, digging up rocks and dirt with a shovel and a toothbrush, thinking I had hit the archaeological jackpot. If I wasn’t outside, I pretended I was.
We got lost on winding gravel roads, cars ran out of oil, everyone ran out of water, we endured over 9 hours of intense heat, got sunburn, swam in a lake fed by irrigation water, and got bitten up by mosquitos.
Feeling myself emotionally attached to these hiking socks as I put them on. Finding myself already quite attached to these boots, these boots that are the best I’ve ever owned! These boots that have kept my feet dry and warm ankle deep in a creek or rivers edge shooting the photographs I am falling so in love with.