Journal
Last winter I spent a couple of nights at the Snake River Sporting Club, which is about 30 minutes from my home in Jackson, Wyoming, but felt a world away, especially since I visited in February, which was the second snowiest month in the valley on record. Now I know what it feels like to live in a snow globe.
For the next couple of months, I'll be based in Sweden—Stockholm and Åre—and then backpacking the 120-mile Arctic Circle Trail in Greenland over two weeks. Goals include playing skee ball in as many different countries as possible, fika-ing as much as possible, and working on a memoir project (in addition to my usual editing and writing).
Paddling around Gothenburg
The title of this story in The Washington Post is a little misleading. To "reboot" something, you need to have some prior experience with it. My skin care prior to this trip was questionable. Read my story about getting my K-Beauty on here.
I say that every story I wrote for The Washington Post is a favorite, but this one really is ... at least until my next one! Click here to read it.
The Washington Post two weekends in a row! I've written several articles about Turpin Meadow Ranch since it opened December 31, 2013, but this is the first one that doesn't focus on how awful of a Nordic skier I am. Click to here to read it.
My latest story for The Washington Post runs in the paper's travel section on November 6, 2016.
A fleet of boats awaits lounging explorers at Ramon’s Village Divers, one of the oldest guide firms in Belize. (Dina Mishev)
“Fishing” for a tarantula — using a twig to tease it out of the hole in the ground it calls home — is cool by me, at least after I pull the thick sleeve of my rain jacket over my hand. But I draw the line at holding the scorpion spider that my guide, Alex Guzman, offers me. He had nonchalantly plucked it off its perch and it now rests in his palm, looking as sedate and nonvenomous as a spider the size of an adult’s palm can look.
It’s still a spider, though. The size of my palm.
Except it’s not a spider. Alex tells me this in an attempt to convince me that holding it isn’t such a bad idea. “So it’s a scorpion?” I ask. I’d rather hold a spider. But it’s not a scorpion, either. A scorpion spider is related to both spiders and scorpions, but is its own thing, which Alex assures me is not venomous. Whatever it is or isn’t, there’s no question it’s the size of my palm. I’m not sold.
Read the rest of the article here.
Last summer I was in Bend for 8 weeks getting radiation treatments. And I loved the area. This fall, Derek and I are back. How awesome will it be when I'm not getting radiated?
