Solo Camp at Round Spring

Two weeks ago, I decided I needed to get out in nature for a few days on my own. It had been three years since my last solo camping trip, and I knew with a trip to Minnesota for a wedding coming up and some stressful weeks at work, I needed the downtime to rechargeContinue reading “Solo Camp at Round Spring”

The Ozark Trail: My First Backpacking Trip

Last weekend, I did something I didn’t really think I could do. I carried my possessions on my back and hiked 5.5 miles through the wilderness, slept in the frigid cold… and then hiked back the next day. And I didn’t die. I didn’t even see a mountain lion. Here’s how it all went down.

Finding My Path When It’s Covered in Leaves

I have a hard time knowing when to stop. Rushing through each day hoping I’ll have the stamina to complete it. It’s a race between my energy and the clock. And the sun goes down, my daughter drifts off, and I melt into a puddle on the floor.

But actually, it’s the couch. And there’s Netflix. And eating. So much eating…

And at some point – if I can muster the tiniest bit of self control – I peel myself up and plod reluctantly to bed.

This is where I found myself exactly one month ago. Only it was before lunch – I was staring at my computer – and I just felt heavy. My body was tired. My mind was exhausted. And, possibly what troubled me the most, my heart was empty. I had absolutely nothing left to give.

A Woman Alone in the Woods

When I share with a friend that I enjoy a solo hike in the woods, I’m often met with incredulous looks and questions like “Aren’t you scared?” And when I was married, the questions were more like “And your husband is okay with that?”

The Three Creeks Emergence

As I drive, Missouri’s rural glory fills my eyes. Fall’s beauty is emerging – bits of red and amber peeking through the bright green leaves. I gulp it down like a rich glass of my favorite pinot noir. My muscles relax – one by one. I am almost there.