My daughter was approximately 16 years old when she got into hiking. Being a Gen Z’er, she grew up in a world where technology, social networking, and the more sedimentary lifestyle was the norm. Me, a Gen X’er, grew up in the hybrid world. I could easily bounce back and forth between the addiction of…
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I’d Like to Invite Mother Nature to Suck It. ~ Misty
I love Oregon… 3 out of the 4 seasons a year. I grew up in Texas where Spring brought warm days, wild thunderstorms, and seas of Bluebonnets. I loved Spring in Texas. It was warm, sunny, and full of color. Here in Oregon, it is the bane of my existence. I remember that old rhyme…
BIG Changes – Misty
Oh man. DT folks, let me tell you – we’ve had some big changes since going in and coming out of winter hibernation. I’ll make this a quick and to-the-point blog post for those who are interested enough to wonder what we’ve been up to. We’re happy to be back online and can’t wait to…
Vulnerability. Truth. Courage. – Misty
I sobbed like a baby tonight. I cried gut wrenching sobs that I stifled in my pillow so no one would hear me. Pent up frustration, exhaustion, shame, pain, sadness, and grief came pouring out of me all at once, as it does every so often when it just gets to be too much for…
Golf. Day 3. – Misty
Yes, you read that right. I skipped day 2 and went straight to number 3. Day 2 consisted of the golf tournament (the only day I actually played) and I had my hands full trying to swing that club, rather than record media. So no, I have no pictures from that day. Just know that…
Golf. Day 1. – Misty
Ahh, golf. My least favorite of Dirt Therapies. Jake loves it. I tolerate it. No sport can make me angrier, more frustrated, or expel the dirtiest of words from my vocabulary than the game of golf. I can say that I do love getting out there in a park-like setting, watching my husband do what…
Something to Give – Misty
Obviously, I’ve had a little time now to really submerge myself into this whole Dirt Therapy world, spend countless hours purposefully and intentionally paying close attention to my personal outdoor experiences, and get a feel for the psychological and physical benefits. And let me tell you – there’s something to it. Don’t get me wrong…
Will Power or… Stupidity – Misty
I had just come out of a week-long flare up, missed 2 1/2 days of work, and spent all my time alternating between the couch and the bed. By Friday afternoon, I started to comeback to a baseline (which isn’t all that great to begin with) and didn’t think I could stand one more day…
Black Butte’ie’ – Misty
I was dying. Of this I was completely convinced. Kaela Anne had persuaded us that this hike was one for the books and was up there at the top of her list of favorite hikes. She had done it. She had done it on an empty stomach and hadn’t even broken a sweat. She had…
I’m Moving to Oregon – Misty
I was 24 years old when I decided to leave the only home I’d known, traveling clear across the country to my own parts unknown, and move to the Pacific Northwest. Literally. I had never traveled any farther west than New Mexico. My husband had, as a child, bounced back and forth between Texas and…
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