The vastness and the harshness of nature, especially in the desert, it just...is.
The birds kill the snakes and the snakes kill the rodents and the rodents kill the bugs and they all end up bleached bones in pits of sand. Things come and then go. Born and then die. No rattlesnake or coyote has ever paused to wonder why they are. They just are.
I guess I’m supposed to believe that my cognitive ability to wonder about all that is what sets me apart from the other animals...that it makes me better than them somehow. But I’m just not so sure.
Frankly, I think we humans are absolutely brilliant at getting in our own way...at tripping over the weight of the significance we’ve assigned to ourselves.
The desert doesn’t make me feel important and it doesn’t make me feel significant either. Quite the opposite, in fact. Never before have I been so aware that I am just one human among all humans, among all lizards, among all trees, among all rocks, among all time.
Never have I felt more content in the idea that I just...am.
I don’t necessarily believe I have a purpose. I choose, instead, to believe that I have a chance.
Best not waste it...
📷: my buddy @thecolorbrown for @chacofootwear 🤙
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When your friend rounds the corner after offering to go back and get the lemon you left in the van.
Can't have a @bulleit hot toddy without lemon! #BulleitPartner
Fun Fact: Bucket has a habit of humping my leg. She began doing this when I got my first job that wouldn’t allow me to bring her along. This was very disturbing to her, so when I would arrive home, she would hump my leg to assert her dominance and let me know that my behavior was completely unacceptable. She doesn’t do it nearly as often anymore, but my friend @gpowersfilm happened to catch this moment after I had climbed up onto a ledge that was too high for Bucket to follow me onto.
When I got back down, I was in trouble with the boss 😑.
She also did it again this morning when I spent too much time throwing a toy for Dagwood.
So...Happy Valentine’s Day 🤷🏻♀️
280 197792 days ago
“Best use of the color orange.” - Outside Magazine
I’m getting some of my business-y stuff in order today and I can tell you that there’s a 100% chance that I’ll be using this quote in my email signature and maybe definitely also displayed across the back cover of my book. 😂
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I can’t believe how lucky I am to get to tell the story of a real life superhero... 🐾
265 276154 days ago
Hi 👋🏻 Happy Monday, please enjoy this photo of Bucket and her kayak robot arms...
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Everyone loves a good muddy spring 🐾
165 313263:03 PM Feb 9, 2019
A couple of beers and an old bathtub melted into the side of a travertine mound from years and years of hot spring water.
Pairing with @sierranevada to share my kind of spa day... ♨️🍻
293 264232:56 PM Feb 8, 2019
An old favorite of my boys. We were positively bloodied and beaten from clawing our way through one of Utah’s narrowest slot canyons the day before. We laid in bed inside the van for as long as we could until it got too hot...which was about 7:30am. Soon. These days are coming soon. 🙏🏻
Based on my post yesterday, I’m sure you can imagine that this was a top ten highlight of my life 😂
Thanks to @chacofootwear for letting me tag along on this adventure, thanks to @perrinjames1 for being so good at taking underwater pictures, and thanks to this sea lion for covering me with bubbles, nibbling on my snorkel, climbing on my head, and showing me his pearly whites.
105 137506:23 PM Feb 4, 2019
I have, for as long as I can remember, been deeply drawn to animals.
My entire childhood was spent in a seedy old pet store down the street from my school. The owner let me clean the cages and hold the animals and give him bags of quarters to save the feeder mice from mouths of snakes. In fact, over the years, I brought home half that damn store. Two dogs, three cats, six birds, two snakes, a tree frog, a tadpole, a chameleon, and about 50 various rodents. The only thing my mother didn’t let me keep was a hairless rat that I tried to sneak home in my backpack.
I’m still mad at her about it.
I’d wander around my neighborhood with parakeets on my head and mice in my pockets and a snake around my wrist like a bracelet.
Recess at school was spent catching ladybugs and weekends were spent down at the end of my street feeding the geese. They’d grown so used to me that they’d stomp their leathery feet right up onto my legs as I sat there in the grass. Neighbors eventually had a meeting about my behavior as the geese had begun to wander up the block and poop on everyone’s lawns. I was just happy to know they came looking for me.
Photos of my childhood are filled with horses and frogs and dragonflies and salamanders and birds. Always birds. Baby chickadees that had fallen from nests and broken-winged sparrows pried from the jaws of our cats.
When I was about ten, I found an abandoned swan egg left in a matted pile of reeds. My parents knew from the smell that it was never going to hatch, but they let me bring it home anyway. I wrapped it gingerly in a nest of old beach towels beneath a heating lamp borrowed from the chameleon. And then I waited desperately for my baby to hatch.
When it didn’t, I was devastated.
I was too sensitive for my own good.
I imagine many little girls dream of being mothers. I imagine that desire holds strong as they grow into the women they become.
I always dreamed of being a mother bird.
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