travel Journal

They say it flows in stages but, for me, grief has been a rollercoaster. However, I've found something that helps---hiking for healing.

I hiked a new trail today. A loop called Shanahan Ridge. As I walked up the steady incline through a spacious evergreen forest, my mind drifted to the

The sound of the river faded in and out as the trail wound its way between the trees. A gentle breeze wrapped around me. Twigs snapped under the weight of my boots.

There was a time when I thought deer were great. But today, for reasons you’ll soon learn, I no longer felt that way.

I turned left off the main highway. The air was heavy with darkness. There were no streetlights out here.

Our crew wakes us up at 11pm. The wind is howling and shaking the tent as hefty sheets of what sounds like rain threaten to break through. Surely we’re not going to hike a mountain in this?!

It is that perfect time of morning. When the sunlight breaks over the horizon, illuminating the mountainous view in front of you. An eagerness fills the air. What will today's adventure hold?