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…

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…

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…