• California,  National Parks,  U.S.A.

    The Feral Power of Mojave National Preserve

    I wasn’t 10 minutes into the park when I felt the overwhelming need to remove my bra. It wasn’t the right kind of bra for such an adventure. It was a polite society bra, the kind you wear to the grocery store, to dinner, to work, to anywhere but the wild. It wasn’t a bra I could sweat in, and, given my arrival into the desert, it was time to sweat. I could have stopped, sure. I could have pulled over on the side of the road, hopped into the back of my car and completed a quick, modest bra change. I could have waited until getting to the visitor…

  • Adventures,  California,  National Parks,  U.S.A.

    Mojave National Preserve, Teutonia Peak, Cima Dome & the Joshua trees

    I’m not always great at slowing down when I travel. When I visit a national park, I want to see all the things and hike all the trails and explore as many nooks and crannies of the place as I possibly can. So I go and go and go until I collapse into a dreamless sleep around 9 p.m. only to wake up before the sun the next day and do it all again.  I’ve tried, over the years, to chill the fuck out and relax my travel style. It’s mostly worked. I’ve learned a few tricks, like creating an extremely limited, prioritized list of what I want to do…