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Yosemite Part 1: Pizza, Wine, and Sleep Deprivation

Festie B has been traveling again, and it feels oh so good!

As my dearest Festie M knows well, I am most myself when I am outside participating in my favorite forms of moving meditation. Namely: hiking, climbing, running, yoga etc. etc. Basically, I like it best when I can engage in wholly exhausting physical activity, eat (lots of) delicious foods, sleep till full, rise early, and do it all over again. (it’s #thesimplelife I prefer, not to be confused with that one terrible show Ace often talks about)

The best example of this might be the trip to Tuolumne I took last month. Aggressive schedule packed into just a few days? Check. Super cool climbs with new friends? Check. Ridiculous amounts of burritos? Check. Sleep…ehhh, we might have muffed that one up, but the early rising was definitely in the mix!


Before you hit the jump, please note that I was very bad with my camera on this first trip and took almost no photos with my Canon. This seems to be happening more and more these days…thankfully, that magical iphone of mine does a pretty good job taking up the slack…


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What is good

It’s now been over three weeks since I left my job in that “real world” (RW) I reference sometimes. And I thought I would feel lost – that I would miss it horribly and at some point realize that I had made a huge mistake. That I would never fall back into the habit of drawing and dreaming that I claimed to have missed the entire time I was out in that RW.


I’ve been too busy waking up early to enjoy the dewy cool air before the last of summer burns it away, climbing rocks with strangers because I can, driving between little cities in New England in search of adventure (and free camping), and sleeping under the stars with only the chorus of the forest to lull me to sleep. I’ve been too busy filling my sketchbooks with words and drawings, slowly letting three years worth of ideas flow out through the end of my pen. These new lines of graphite and ink remind me of who I’ve always been.


This is where I’ve chosen to come. This is where I’m meant to be.

This is what is good.


B, from somewhere-in-Maine

My Oregon Trail (Spoiler Alert: no one dies of dysentery)

I’ve got The Bends*, but it’s not in the way you think!

I’m dreaming of frosty trails, mountain vistas and the smell of spruce. I’m remembering starry nights, crispy air and endless bucket holds on my climbs. I’m wanting Ocean Rolls, kombucha and MOAR CURRY (of the campstove variety, or the restaurant variety, either will do). In short, I’m head-over-heels, totally and completely in love with Bend, Oregon. Warning: this post is so long it has footnotes. So jump with caution.



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Photo-failure: #storyofmylife #newseries #rliadventures

This post and upcoming promise has been a long time coming. Two, three years, maybe more. Likely more. I will be the first to admit that I’m really, really bad at sharing my photos. It hasn’t always been this way! I used to snap & share with a vengeance, posting images of the most mundane moments before the night was over. Look through my facebook, flickr or myspace (oh yea, that used to be a thing), and you’ll find photos from casual coffee dates, simple playground shenanigans and 2AM Perkins stops. Riveting stuff, right?

I’m not sure when the photo-hoarding started – maybe in my very early 20s, or when I started shooting weddings and editing took over my ‘fun photos’ life – but over the years it’s certainly gotten worse. The addition of fancy iPhones, the VSCO app and instagram has just encouraged it. Instead of needing to edit the photos from my Canon to share, I just end up taking photos twice so that I can post something to social media without actually needing to edit ‘real’ pictures in a timely manner. [[That link is totally worth clicking, by the way]] #Photographerfail, all the way.

Sidenote: on the plus side, hashtags have really emerged as the best way to sort my life and communicate my thoughts, and now make their way into my texts on an hourly basis. #excessive

I feel guilty, but life really does catch up with you. It’s not that I don’t want to share my memories, I swear! I just…always want to make more memories and have more adventures, leaving very little time for sorting through pictures, editing and posting/writing.  I am constantly snapping because I love the idea of catching moments to share with the world. So whatever happened to that sharing part? Surely part of the fun involved in adventure-having/making is the sharing and remembering that happens afterwards?

So consider this my effort to make things right. Here is my promise: From now on, once or twice a month, whichever is more appropriate, I will post about one of my adventures. This will have multiple purposes:

  1. I will actually sort, edit and SHARE all those photos I’m constantly taking, silencing the noise coming from co-adventurers about, “when will I see those photos you took when we x, y z’d?”
  2. I will re-live wonderful memories with wonderful people! And maybe remind myself of the things I’ve learned along the way.
  3. I will (hopefully) stop worrying my mother, who never knows where I am and treats every trip I take as though it was my first. Maybe if there was any evidence of my past she would stop stressing about my future. Mama, I swear I’m not going to die on 97% of the trips I take (#Iamthe36%). There’s always a chance, but I’m seriously not that big of a risk taker (#itsallrelative). I love you too much to die.

So there you have it! My photo-failing story of a life is to be no more. I will start a new series, titled “Rliadventures” to share photos, stories and, you guessed it, adventures of the past. They will happen out of order and with mild consistency. If I miss one, please let me know and I’ll add it to the list.

Now I’m tired from looking through photos on that social media thing. I will adventure-post some other day… (PROMISE)



Photofailing in Rome

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Changes – Surface Level

It’s been a weird year so far. As it turns out, this blog is going to do what it was supposed to from the beginning: keep the festies close even when they’re not glued at the hip. That’s right, a few weeks ago the festies moved out of their tiny flat by the zoo and into their new (sadly separate) homes. Plural. HomeSSS.

Like I said, it’s been weird. But that’s a story for another day. The story of best-f*cking-friend (sorry for my sailor-month, mom) withdrawal is not a light or surface-level one, so I won’t dig into the dirty details here. Let’s just say that my dark and twisty side is at its worst when I don’t get my festie fix.

In other news, I’ve now got a couch.

Things that make this couch grown up: 1) it’s grey and tufted (and therefore inherently amazing), 2) I didn’t pick it up off the curb or buy it for 25 big ones from the people that lived in my house before me, and most importantly, 3) it lives in my new grown-up condo!

Please put your hands together and welcome Isabel*!


She is the newest member of my furniture family and I couldn’t be happier. The purchase was advised by my hero and former professor, Mars bars, and my heart.


*Yes, I name things. For those that know me, this is not surprising. What is surprising is that Isabel is a female (!). What can I say? She’s so well styled and inviting, I just couldn’t imagine her as anything else. Plus, everything else I own is a boy; it was inevitable that one day I would bring a lady into my life. #everyoneknowsit #justkiddingmomdontpanic