I watched a documentary film last night titled, “Soul,” which focused on the lives of two cooks. The two main characters were Eneko Atxa, who owns a three-Michelin-star restaurant, Azurmendi,
We tend to fight our impulses. Neither Susan nor I have felt particularly drawn to, or satisfied, living in one place. We each have lived in multiple locations over our
Susan and I recently embarked on our first bikepacking adventure. I've ridden a mountain bike for decades, and camped for longer than that, but I've yet
This week marks twelve months of dirty good living. Twelve months attempting to live deliberately and with intention. Three-hundred and sixty-five days of prioritizing movement outside, wise consumption and cultivation
This morning, while scraping the bottom of my peanut butter (in lieu of almond butter, trying to be thrifty, not the same!) jar for breakfast, I spent almost an hour
Currently we are stationed in an amazing “small town with a big backyard” on the Eastern slopes of the Sierra. It’s beautiful. It’s breathtaking. It’s also frustrating.
The gnarliest mud I’ve ever encountered was about halfway across Zion National Park in the spring of 2014. Seriously, it was the slipperiest, stick-to-your-leg-iest, sweep-you-off-your-feet-iest mud ever. With at
When you are open to the exploration of your thoughts, allowing them to formulate without getting hung up on directing them, good things happen.
I've learned several things
