The main thing I kept thinking as I walked up the steep San Franciscan street leading to Lakeview and Ashton Mini Park is “this would never fly in Canada”. The slightest icy patch would send a walker hurtling to his or her doom! Continue reading
Today I gathered my courage and went on a job interview with a very famous company whose published ideal candidate is not me. It occurred to me recently that I’ve never been turned down for a job. While it’s easy to believe it’s because I’m clearly awesome it’s actually the case that I haven’t applied for anything that even graces the boundary of my ability; in short, I’ve played it safe. Continue reading
During the last few weeks I have been in the beginning stages of a career change from teaching to industry. It has been really fun to revitalize my brain while I study in preparation for interviews. Overall I feel excited for what’s to come and the only negative thing I can say about the process is that I have had significantly less time to hike and write.
There are days in a life when thus to climb out of the lowlands, seems like scaling heaven. –Robert Louis Stevenson in The Silverado Squatters.
So far this year the temperature has been rather warm, even for Californian standards, which has been great for my hiking project, and my first winter back from snowy eastern Canada. Making the most of the January sun, last weekend I decided to hike in the footsteps of Robert Louis Stevenson, Continue reading
I arrived at Joshua Tree National Park on New Years Eve expecting to walk right in and get a spot. My companions had camped there the same season a few years prior and found the park to be relatively empty of people. But, here we were, and the park was completely full, apparently having been booked solid for weeks. Continue reading
California is divided into 58 counties, some of which are heavily explored and others with terrains and populations one might not expect in a state famous for its beaches and crowds. Continue reading
To someone who knows a little Spanish, the word “Holbox” might at first seem a bit strange for the name of a Mexican island. It is in fact a Mayan word, pronounced “hol-bosh”, which interestingly enough means “black hole”. Continue reading
Settling into our two-hour-long plane ride from Dallas to Cancun, I had the entire row to myself and was beginning to get hooked on the book Three Cups of Tea, a thoughtful gift I recently received about a mountain-climber-turned-philanthropist who builds schools in the Karakoram mountains of Pakistan. Continue reading
We take a handful of sand from the endless landscape of awareness around us and call that handful of sand the world. -Robert M Pirsig