That time I went solo backpacking. And didn’t die. Despite the Very Serious Hills from Hell.
What I’ve learned while solo camping. Surprisingly nothing about how to make a fire. Maybe I should actually learn how to do that?
What happens when the place you call home becomes the next tragic headline?
In which I learn how to luge at the Muskegon Winter Sports Complex. Or, more accurately, I learn how to repeatedly flip off of the luge.
On why you get to decide what’s brave and unbrave for you.