Mahala dropped her pack and wandered away to the bathroom, and I started to dig in the little side pocket of my pack for the keys, yelling that I would get the car started. I dug. And I dug. And I wanted to die. The keys weren’t in the tiny side pocket. No, no, no,…
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I Want To Break Free! Pt. 2
We woke up the next morning freezing, muscles aching more then I can ever articulate, and exhausted from lack of sleep. We laid in our bags for a long time. We chatted about the days journey back and forth, and made our plan. I could feel a tension in the air, like there was something…
Don’t Stop Me Now pt. 1
Sup Losers. Today’s story is about two girls who decided to try backpacking on a whim, prepared TERRIBLY, got their butts kicked, and had the time of their lives. Let’s get to it. Like all great ideas Mahala and I come up with, this one happened in a Starbucks when we were just a little…
Dirty Girls pt. 3 – Morgan
I dropped the “west coast” part in the title because at this point we aren’t really on the west coast anymore. Also cause I didn’t really wanna type it out again. Day four: Crater Lake We woke up bright and early to the sun on our faces, and adventure in our hearts. We packed up…
Dirty Girls: The Hottest Mess On The West Coast pt. 2 – Morgan
Day two: Avenue of Giants. So Mahala and I are in the car after the Trees of Mystery and we’re having a little internal struggle. We want to go see the Avenue of Giants but its gonna be three hours round trip of driving, and we only have about five hours of daylight. But what…
Dirty Girls: The Hottest Mess On The West Coast, Pt. 1 – Morgan
Our decision to take this trip wasn’t ever one that we took very seriously. At some point at the beginning of July, we had a casual conversation about how we both wanted to see the redwoods in a Starbucks, and it went from there. Casually picking dates. Casually looking at attractions. Casually booking campsites and…
The Church of Dirt – Morgan
Okay guys, we’re about to get real. Buckle up, things are gonna be personal. I’ve had anxiety and depression for around half my life now. Finding help for these things was always a struggle. It seems like many people wanted to brush it off as something I would grow out of or something that would…
Dirt Therapy 