Hangovers are the overly attached new friends of drinking: you wake up, and someone you met the night before has already texted you, added you on Facebook, and is making dinner plans. They take over your life for one or two days, and then hopefully they’re gone forever. I have a new friend. I want …
I Did Something Stupid
I’ve made a terrible mistake, and squirrels saw it happen. I used to think that hiking was little more than a sort of all-terrain walking. I used to think mountains were grand spires of adventure just waiting to be conquered. I was an idiot. There’s a mountain where I live called Humphrey’s because if I’m …
I Hiked Up a Mountain, or How I Learned to Hate Geography
Imagine a hangover as a person; I am that. My body is the miserable morning after a lifetime of unhealthy decisions. To that end, a few days ago I hiked up a mountain. If you lived under the same rock I did, then you might have had a few similar misconceptions about hiking. I thought …
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