journey onward.

 
went to the mountains to clear our heads. found ourselves in the clouds. :: :: :: :: puyallup lands
not related. not at all. :: :: :: :: cheyenne crow blackfoot lands
first time my brother and I have been in the same place for Christmas in a long while! a quick trip to the harbor to play santa with gifts and ended up being blessed by my family. thankful to even be in the same driveway this holiday season. an
ooof. these trails have some of my most cherished memories. to be here on this day in one of my favorite places to create just a few more, just makes me extremely thankful. :: :: :: :: yakama lands
this is a reminder to b r e a t h e. the sun opens up a new opportunity to explore and understand. the day brings the dreams we hadn’t dared to dream. :: :: :: :: coast salish s’klallam lands
jaunts around the neighborhood. urban hikes are becoming our jam.
and i wish there were words to tell you more... ::: at a loss. i thought that i would have to find the right words or the best caption... but that isn’t there right now. they don’t find their way to my lips. so i go to the mountains. fi
#blackouttuesday today I will open up the space to listen. to learn. to sit in discomfort. to take steps toward action.
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san juan islands, washington

oh to celebrate the love of friends, and their union with their forever person.

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vashon island, washington

i’ve taken to cycling. not necessarily by choice, but my love of running has to take a pause as i heal an injury that has plagued me for more than a year. funny how we put off the things that might help us until absolutely necessary. or maybe that’s just some of us.

fun to get out and adventure in a new-ish place. we used to come here as a kid and camp. now things seem the same but different.

skied the trails i ran in high school, and it was the most heart happy thing i have done in 2020.
classic

white pass, washington

the trails i ran in summers during high school, college and young adulthood. now covered in snow for the winter months. one of the places in the world that is host to some of my greatest memories. i even skied down the route that i would run UP in my high school and college years.

as usual, coming home from white pass brought a big smile and a drive to work just a little bit more. and this year, the added benefit was some extra boost to the creative flow.

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montana.

as john steinbeck said, “I'm in love with Montana. For other states I have admiration, respect, recognition, even some affection. But with Montana, it is love. And it's difficult to analyze love when you're in it.”

 

Olympic National Park.

wow… I remember coming here as a child and thinking these hills were massive and the valleys deep. and even though i’ve grown a foot or so taller, i don’t think they’ve gotten any smaller. i think that is why we go to the mountains. to feel small. to realize or insignificance, and also our significance. watching as people left their litter and trash- i wonder where we lost our love and respect for the land.