Someone once told me that everyone has their Bell Helmets’ story. For some, it’s their first helmet as a kid, what their dad used to race in, or the helmet that saved their life. For me, Bell was the company that took a chance on me and I am so thankful they did.
That was the viral question my brother and his girlfriend asked me before I headed out on a solo hike this morning in Glacier. I quickly and confidently answered “well I have bear spray… so bear.” That is when I realized that I thought a grizzly was more predictable, than the male species. And although I still stand by that statement… I ended up running into a man, Mark Matheny, and his dog, Ginger, on that hike. Mark ironically is a grizzly bear attack survivor and the founder of one of the most well known bear spray brands, UDAP. I am serious… look him up or go to his website, bearspray.com.
Presenting my second Groundhog’s Day card, because Christmas cards are overrated. Last year got busy due to Phil's call for 6 more weeks of winter. I respected his decision, spending my time skiing in Utah. It felt only fair after his tireless and accurate predictions of powder days. So, here's a 2-for-1 deal, recapping the last two years in this one post.
So, whatever sport looks like to you, make time for it, because if it’s worth doing, do it well. And sports are worth doing.
Sometimes I can’t tell if the excitement of the belief it’s gonna work out makes up for the heartbreak when it doesn’t. Maybe it is the hope that kills you.
The life of a nomad is all fun in games until you are packing for multiple climates and need various outdoor gear and all of your belongings are stashed across the country
Somewhere anywhere everywhere nowhere…
This is my response to normally a simple question… Where are you living? One that is usually responded with a city, state, neighborhood, street name, maybe even the exact coordinates. Such a simple question… I can’t really clearly answer.
My life would be boring if I didn’t get to grow up with a Kevin. I hope you have one in your life, although no one is quite like my Kevin.
We lost a good one. The past weekend my family gathered to say goodbye to our brave matriarch.
If you're new here, welcome to my version of a Christmas card. Unlike Christmas cards, there’s no pressure for perfect family photos, significant other announcements, or the expectation to reconnect with people you haven’t seen in five years. So instead, I choose to do a Groundhog Day card—because, honestly, my chaotic life matches the absurdity of this annual tradition in Punxsutawney.