The world feels as though it has gotten flipped upside down for all of us. However, learning how to bend and maneuver through these seemingly impossible obstacles together right now can keep us moving forward. We may not be able to reach out and touch loved ones right now, but there are so many other ways to connect.
To say the desert is absolutely gorgeous is an understatement. I’ve happily gotten up before the sunrise to stare out at a ridge of mountains only to lose my mind to childlike wonder. You feel small when you rest your eyes upon it all, but also free.
My life makes sense when you look at it in Leap Years. It’s more confusing to look at my life when you look at every year in between. It’s as if I’ve only ever hit the correct axis of time if you scrunched up the detailed map of my journey to get here—the day before the day that only exists every four years.
Sometimes, I’ll get questions about whether people who identify as men can join the hikes that I lead for the Los Angeles chapter of the women’s group, Hiker Babes and I have to pause for a moment.
If you asked me a year ago if I would be the ambassador for the Los Angeles chapter of the international hiking group, Hiker Babes, whose mission is to unite women who share a passion for the outdoors into a community, I would have laughed.
I decided to sit down and chat with the founders of Black Girls Trekkin about diversity in outdoor communities and how they started their group.
My wild heart belongs to mother nature.
We ended up taking the Ice House trail to the 8,859-foot summit and hiked nearly 12 miles there and back.
I was able to understand the bride better as I got to know the other incredibly smart and caring young women.
I still had my eyes on other peaks but being able to freely trek to the top of Baden-Powell with friends that day was satisfying.