history nerd, space cadet, sherlockian, shameless ginger, stargazer, world adventurer. i eat mountains for breakfast... sort of.
As of now, I am in the midst of doing anthropological fieldwork in New Mexico, following the Rio Grande south and camping on its dry banks. I have done field study on Pueblo reservations, in museums, and in a myriad of towns. As of now, I am sitting in a cafe in Santa Fe, enjoying the dry air and a cold glass of prickly pear lemonade.
The past couple of days have changed my life. I have…
Picture this: rust-red cliffs and lodgepole pines as far as the eye can see. Painfully dry. Exquisitely desolate. Fossil Ridge Wilderness is, at its core, the essence of the strange new place I now call home.
Five days of trail work, for a novice like me, was nerve-wracking — especially because I was accompanied by a group of people I barely knew in a place I had never been before. I’ve never been much of a fan of upheaval and change, that’s for sure. The amazing thing about life, though, is that it just keeps surprising me. I have never met a more interesting and entertaining group of people. I have also never focused on rocks that much in my entire life. I kicked rocks, lifted rocks, broke rocks, and I almost ate a rock, if I’m being completely honest here.
I enjoyed every dusty, dirty, altitude-winded second of it.
The trail we maintained climbed up from the bottom of a valley, through aspen groves and between steep cliffs to a glacial lake at the foot of Henry Mountain. Every inch of it was littered with loose rock (not anymore! TAKE THAT, ROCKS!) and the trail was punctuated by a series of worn-down drainage systems. For those who are curious about camping there, there are a few great spots to stay the night, and the stars are mind-bogglingly beautiful. It is a relatively easy trail to hike in a beautiful area.
Awkward friendships were formed, bad puns were made, and late-night conversations were had. There was also LOTS of spooning (yes, you can fit 11 people in a 5 person tent!). I met so many people with whom I had a great deal in common. It is truly such a relief to be living in a vibrant outdoor community once again… I’ve finally found a place that suits me just fine.
I also was able to spend time at yet another glacial lake this year, which was simply incredible! I had been missing that icy blue water since my visit to Lake Louise and Moraine Lake this past summer.
If you’re considering trail work, I would highly recommend it. Hikers tend not to think about the impact they have on trails, and how much work goes into making the trails we use beautiful. Sign up! Volunteer! I promise you won’t regret it. And to all you college students out there, try to enjoy everything your area has to offer (and try not to be too hungover while doing it).Adventures in Fossil Ridge Wilderness Picture this: rust-red cliffs and lodgepole pines as far as the eye can see. Painfully dry. Exquisitely desolate.
who wears the pants in the relationship? well preferably no one will be wearing pants
Trying to Stay Awake
one time like wayy before I was born it was christmas and my grandma looked in her backyard where her pear tree was. She noticed a partridge had landed in it. A literal partridge landed in her pear tree. On christmas she had a partridge in her pear tree. So she did the logical thing and shot it and ate it merry christmas everyone
she dun put a cartridge in that partridge