My Tales Abroad

Tracking orangutans in the wild is, surprisingly, an upper body exercise, primarily involving your neck muscles.

My unfiltered thoughts as I was climbing the Rinjani Volcano.

Today I'm a stranger in my own body,

Today shit is getting real.

Turns out rush hour traffic on the downtown connector is a universal experience,

Despite my protests that I feel great to go on

After deplaning the flying glass bubble

The journey to Everest National Park starts out with patience and managing expectations

Most people come to Everest National Park just for base camp, which is the worst

Just like there's two kinds of girls on Halloween, in girl world, there's two kinds on a South American trail

Here's how I spent 12 days in Colombia

The next morning Diba bounced up, tail wagging, as happy as can be.

I don’t know how long she had been on the Jordan trail, but I know we weren’t her first band of humans.

Here's how I spent 9 days in Jordan

Argentina and Chile have a bit of a rivalry

Where land meets sea at the very edge of the world

Day 11: EuropaHut to Zermatt ( Map ) Well folks, it’s been a journey. Through rain, hail, sleet, fog, wind, and sunshine. I’d been blistered, burned, and

Day 10: Gruben to EuropaHut ( Map ) Nothing lasts forever. Especially sunshine in a very green place.

Day 9: Zinal to Gruben ( Map ) I left the Gruben valley and hiked up through the Forcleta pass. What a treat to have two days in a row of brilliant weath

I thought I liked cows. To a city girl they seem like fat slow-moving dogs.