Expert Hiking Tip: If you want a trail to yourself, go hiking on football Sunday, especially when it is a home game for your local team that you don’t happen to care about. I had to sweet talk myself into getting this morning. Though my designation was planned out the night before, mapped in the … More They Look Like Horses From Afar
When I tell people about my propensity for solo travel, something I’ve written about before (here and here and here to name a few), the most common reaction (well, the most common positive reaction at least) seems to be about how bold and brave this is. I think that perceived bravery stems from the fact … More Why Traveling Alone Isn’t Going it Alone
I should start this out by admitting that this particular “adventurous solo woman” habit of mine is highly disliked by all of my friends and family. It is ALWAYS safer to hike with a buddy. But I live for a quiet trail with my trekking poles as my only companions. It is one of my … More Things That Inevitably Happen When Hiking Solo
I’ve never read the book “Eat, Pray, Love” but my vague understanding of it is that the main character takes a year to do the aforementioned things to find herself or something like that. I’ve been going through some soul searching lately, feeling lost in work and life in general. While I’m all about the … More I went for a pseudo vision quest… and found Spring Break instead.
As someone who has lived in more than one part of the country in my 30ish years, it’s the question I hate answering the most. Be it in a professional, dating, or casual social setting, I am never quite sure how to respond to the “Where are you from?” inquiry. Do you mean where do I live … More You Are Where You’re From.
I love traveling, any kind of travel. Hanging with the fam, girls weekends, camping excursions with a group of buddies… I love it all. But I do have a particular soft spot in my heart for solo adventures. Not sure if it’s for you? Let me throw out some of my experiences, suggestions and thoughts at … More Honestly, on Traveling Solo
Along with many of you (I’m looking at you, Boston) I have fully sprung Spring-Fever. The snow in the mountains is crappy so I’m ready to work on my freckles instead of my turns. Staring out the windows at a cold drizzle after one or two sporadic days with temps above 65 starts a longing … More I Want To Go To There: Snorkeling Edition