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10 ways being an outdoors enthusiast made me a better person

If you’re like me and have a love for the outdoors, you know there is a natural high that comes with summiting a peak, rafting a class V rapid, off-road bicycling, or catching a 40lb fish. One adventure down and you’re likely talking about or planning the next one. Though you may fit any one of a handful of outdoors stereotypes (think hipster, craft beer snob, chaco-wearing, Subaru-driving, granola and organic yogurt kind of person) I have no doubt your heart is big and your enthusiasm for life is what draws others to you. I know this because I’m often told this is what people love about me.

That being said, I was elated to see a request for articles related to Great Outdoors Month (I feel like every month is dedicated to something these days), particularly because no one ever really talks about this subject. I debated on what angle I should take. Since the article request came from Elite Daily I thought I might do one on why you should date an outdoors enthusiast given dating articles seem to be the most successful on that site (did I mention I was named a top contributor for my latest article for them!?!).  But I ended up settling on how my love for the outdoors has helped me grow as a human being. To me, that’s a lot more interesting, but we’ll see what they think! Here is a version of the article I ended up submitting.

1) I have a greater appreciation for the things we often take for granted

When you spend months without a hot shower, sleeping on rocky, hard surfaces, subsisting on beans and rice, or sweating through the last pair of clean clothes on the trail, the moment you get them all back is one of the closest things to paradise you’ll come across. Without access to the niceties of being in the real-world, you find yourself having a greater appreciation for them – running water, a bed,  heating and air conditioning, take out Chinese food. I thank my lucky stars I have access to all of those things and even more that I can afford them.

2) My life is more interesting

When you’ve done a thru-hike on the Appalachian Trail, rafted the Gauley River in West Virginia, kayaked the Apostle Islands in Wisconsin, or jumped out of an airplane for the first time, you end up with a slew of stories to tell. People are drawn to that sort of excitement and they make great conversation starters. Some of my favorite outdoors stories to tell? That time I got detained in Mexico for looking like a female terrorist on the loose, sailing down the coast of Belize and how I camped on a deserted island, the sensation of being surrounded by howler monkeys in a rain forest, the serenity of coasting through the air with your parachute. If you’re anything like me, you’ll find yourself connecting with more people because of those experiences.

3) I have a greater sense of self

Being in nature provides a lot of opportunity for self-reflection and introspection. You dissect your life, you push your limits, and you come to find that you’re capable of a lot more than you thought you were. Mix that all together and your confidence about who you are, what you want, and what you expect out of life is pretty spot on. I give myself a lot of grief about this but now that I’m not stuck in my own darkness, if you ask me who I am, I can tell you without a moment of hesitation.

4) I put more emphasis on collecting experiences over materialistic things

I know at the end of my life it won’t matter what car I drove or the kind of house I lived in or whether or not I had the latest version of technology equipment. My hunger for adventure means I value creating lasting memories that no one can take away from me. Roasting marshmallows over lava on top of a volcano in Guatemala, seeing bio-luminescence in Puerto Rico, sharing a meal and laughs with friends over a camp fire – all these experiences mean I know what it feels like to truly live, not just exist.

5) I’m more flexible

If you love the great outdoors you know not everything goes as planned. Road conditions, weather, trail closings, injuries – your plans can pretty much change at whim. No matter,  you rarely complain when things go wrong because you know how to make the best out of any situation. Sure, it might suck. But really cool things happen too (I got lost in the Blue Ridge Mountains and came across a bunch of baby bears so cute I could squeeze them!).

6) I’m healthier, physically and mentally

If you’re an outdoors enthusiast then your body is constantly moving – from walking to hiking to kayaking, the energy your body expends being physically active is much higher than those who find themselves glued to the couch. Science has proven that such activity helps fight certain conditions, like cancer, obesity, depression and heart disease. I’d say my quality of life and sense of well-being is probably higher than those toughing it out in the indoors (although don’t get me wrong, I like couch surfing as well).

7) I’ve become a more fun-loving, free-spirited person

People tell me my enthusiasm for life is unparalleled. I’m a free spirit which means I am  always up for last minute adventures. More than that, I have a say yes to most anything attitude and generally speaking just like to have a good time no matter what I am doing. Finding peace in nature means I’m carrying around fewer burdens out in the real-world. People love being around me because of that.

8) I understand the importance of preserving the environment

No one appreciates nature more than an outdoors enthusiast. I know ‘the earth does not belong to man’ and I feel a responsibility to leave behind a healthy environment for future generations. Natural resources are precious and when I’m in the great outdoors, I cause the least amount of harm possible – recycling (I could do better, though), leaving no trace behind and respecting wildlife, to name a few.

9) I am a better girlfriend 

I’m pretty low maintenance and have no problem scrapping the expensive, fancy dinners for a simple hike through the woods or going to the Saturday Farmer’s Market (in fact, I prefer the latter). More importantly, I’m independent (sometimes overly so) and don’t feel like it’s a requirement to spend every waking moment with my significant other, which means I give my partner space to explore their own wants, desires, and needs. I know that each of us are individuals outside of our relationship and that it’s importance to give each other space to cultivate our own uniqueness.

10) I find value in solitude

In everyday society, doing things alone (e.g. going to a movie, eating at a restaurant) is often met with judgment from others. Though being immersed in the outdoors and doing activities with other like-minded people is fun (and truthfully, sometimes necessary for me given my depressive episodes), I find that doing all those things alone every now and then can provide a lot of other benefits. I have ample opportunity to process the events of my life; I get inspired to write sitting next to a lake, nurturing my own creativity; I’m better able to connect with others, and; I’m not afraid to be alone with myself because I know that aloneness does not equal loneliness.

Even if my love for the outdoors has made me a hipster, craft beer snob, chaco-wearing, Subaru-driving, granola and organic yogurt kind of person (to be clear I don’t drive a Subaru but would really love one!), at least it makes me a more well-rounded, caring, and loving friend, daughter, sister, aunt, and coworker.

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What Makes Us Vulnerable As Women Also Empowers Us: Why Every Woman Should Travel Solo At Least Once In Their Lives

I am always surprised at the number of people who are ready to convince me that as a woman I can’t, or shouldn’t, travel alone. They make comments like: “Aren’t you scared?” and “You know you could get robbed or raped.” and the all too familiar, “Why would you even want to travel alone?”

There are even times where I’ve felt like people pity me. Like traveling solo is somehow synonymous with not having any friends or family who want to tag along. But the reality is that travel preferences, money, and vacation time often get in the way of making schedules work between two or more people. If I always stayed at home waiting for a travel partner I would miss out on a lot of fun.

The irony is that I rarely hear similar statements when a man decides they want to travel solo. Instead, you hear comments like “That’s awesome!” and “You’re going to have a blast!” To be fair, there is a vulnerability that women traveling alone face that most men do not, but this shouldn’t prevent you from hopping on a plane or getting in your car to explore somewhere new. It just means you need to be more alert and make smart travel decisions.

For example, don’t travel to an area whose current political climate is extremely volatile, is unfriendly to tourists, and/or is occupied by radicalists hell bent on beheading people. As much as you may want to go there, right now is not the time.

Also, don’t walk alone at night and be sure to dress modestly and appropriate to the culture, because if you wear a tank top and shorts in a community where every local woman is wearing pants and a long sleeve shirt, you will most definitely invite unwanted attention from both sexes.

The point here is that if you travel smart and take proper safety precautions, the very things that can make you vulnerable as a woman can also empower you. And while traveling solo as a female can seem like a daunting task, it is one of the most liberating experiences you will ever have.

For starters, you are less intimidating as a woman traveling alone than a man traveling alone, which means other fellow travelers and locals are more likely to approach you and help out.

People will invite you into their home for a meal. You’ll receive tips on what is worth checking out and what isn’t. When you have no idea how to get where you need to go someone will approach you, walk you to the bus stop and tell the bus driver to let you know when to get off. When you’re trying to book an excursion and the tourist operator says, “Two people minimum,” the other traveler standing across the room will ask if s/he can join you.

And, despite your preconceptions about solo travel, you’re never truly alone if you don’t want to be. Companionship will come in many different forms along the way. For me it was the group of school age boys who invited me to play soccer with them as I sat watching on the sidelines; the tiny Guatemalan man who asked if he could practice English with me every afternoon in Antigua’s Central Park; the Aussie in New Orleans who took me bar hopping on Bourbon Street; the indigenous woman in El Salvador who invited me into her home for a traditional meal.

Part of the process of discovering where you are is reveling in the people who reside there. It is one of the greatest joys of traveling. Because women are more approachable your experiences will be more intimate and enriching than you ever imagined or even anticipated.

Many people believe the greatest challenge of solo travel is that you are alone. But what many find to be the greatest challenge I actually find to be the most freeing. When no one is there and your day is wide open it means you can’t defer to the preferences of the person you’re with. You have to make your own choices and that can be a transformational experience as you gain insight into aspects of your personality and those activities you enjoy. I love the idea of waking up in a totally new place and asking myself,”What do I want to do today?”

Keep in mind that being adventurous and brave and courageous enough to embark on your own solo travel journey doesn’t mean you have to backpack through a foreign country like I did. Maybe to you it means checking out a national or state park nearby, or eating at a restaurant alone, or, like my grandma, going camping for the first time at age 70. Wherever you want to go, go. Whatever you want to do, do it. Don’t let being scared of doing all that alone keep you from following your dream of experiencing your surroundings.

The trip may not always be glamorous but when you get past the excruciating heat, poison ivy, broken down buses, frustration at not being able to speak the language, and having a bad case of giardia you will be left with the reassurance that you can stand on your own two feet.

Solo travel is humbling in that way: it makes you wonder what else you can do alone.

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NOLA: the city that stole my heart

I had a trip booked to Cambodia and Vietnam in January but after being hospitalized in December I ended up having to cancel it. Since most of my savings went to moving and securing an apartment (and the fact I couldn’t take vacation for six months after starting my new job) I hadn’t been anywhere since June 2014, when I traveled to Nicaragua. My vagabond feet have been restless ever since then as I usually take a trip abroad at least once a year and smaller ones throughout the states every two to three months.

Considering where I was at just three months ago and the emotional roller coaster I’ve been through over the last couple of years, it’s incredible the recovery I’ve made in such a short time. I’ve put all my effort into taking care of myself these last few months so I figured it was time to let loose, have some fun, and explore somewhere new. New Orleans just happened to be my pick only because I found a last-minute ticket for $200 dollars (sweet deal!). In the end, I’m so glad I went because it’s a charming, lively city – one that quickly stole my heart.

At the suggestion of my friend M who used to live in NOLA I rented a bike for the four days I was there. It’s a fairly flat city and given my hostel was a 25 minute walk to pretty much everywhere it made getting around so much easier. Compared to other tourists I felt like I saw a lot more of the city instead of being confined to the French Quarter or Bourbon Street. I also got a shit ton of exercise.

One thing I’ve noticed over the last five years I’ve been staying at hostels is there are infinitely more people from Australia than there used to be. Of the seven of us who ventured out to Bourbon Street on my first night there, five were Aussies. In general, they’re wild and crazy and they certainly know how to show you a good time. I love them for that, especially since I’m shy when first meeting people.

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That night I was also able to cross off on my to-do list eating beignets at the famous Cafe du Monde. Three-quarters powdered sugar and one-quarter dough, I’ve now had them sober and I’ve had them drunk. They are definitely better when drinking.

Perhaps one of the most beautiful neighborhoods I saw in NOLA was the Garden District, known for its architecture and historic 19th century homes. Most of the homes are enclosed by wrought-iron fences and many of them were draped in Mardi Gras beads. I found it amusing that such a wealthy neighborhood would add a touch of flare to their plantation style homes. It made me like them more. I would snatch one of these homes up in a heartbeat, if only I had millions of dollars.

PicMonkey Collage

I also spent part of a day doing a self-guided tour of the Lafayette Cemeteries. The St. Louis Cemetery is more widely known but my goal for this trip outside of food and entertainment was to do mostly free stuff. Lafayette was a viable alternative to St. Louis since it didn’t require you to pay entrance and guide fees.

Most interesting to me were the tombs that carried multiple family members dating all the way back to the early 1800’s (as shown in the photo above). What I found so touching was that family still visited their ancestors’ graves. I couldn’t even tell you where my great grandparents or great great grandparents are buried. In the tomb above, the flowers were fresh and I found the statue of Mary oddly comforting. At another tomb I stumbled across, a World War I medal was draped across the steps along with a picture. Seriously cool.

Days two and three were spent exploring the French Quarter and riding the ferry to Algiers Point. Algiers Point provides the best view of the NOLA skyline and you could spend an entire day in the French Quarter and still not see everything. The St. Louis Cathedral and Jackson Square are the focal point of the quarter and it pretty much reminded me of a castle in a fairy tale. I’d also recommend checking out the French Market, not so much for the stalls of cheap souvenirs but for the interesting food they serve there. Gators on a stick? Weird but kind of intriguing!

PicMonkey Collage2And I can’t forget the food! By far the best meal I had was at a dive bar in the Marigny called Mimi’s. C (who I met at the hostel) and I were skeptical when we first walked in but the atmosphere upstairs was pleasantly surprising. Mimi’s has the best late night tapas menu around. We started with one tapa and a few hours later had practically made it through the entire menu. Few tourists know of this spot but it’s popular among the locals and came highly recommended from M. Plus, you can actually hear each other talk. Other great restaurants I recommend are Surrey’s Cafe and Juice Bar for breakfast, Deanie’s for seafood, and Coop’s for some authentic Cajun food.

Perhaps my favorite part of NOLA though is the abundance of live Jazz music, especially in the French Quarter during the day and on Frenchman Street at night. I had a conversation with a local about this very subject and he told me about a local parade that happens every week from March to June. It’s not publicized and many tourists are unaware of its existence. C met me where the parade started and we walked along the route with hundreds of others who were playing music and dancing in the streets. Here is a short clip of the parade and another one of a jazz band we came across on Frenchman Street one evening.

It’s fair to say NOLA quickly became one of my favorite US cities. Pictures don’t do it justice but I do know I’ll be going back there someday soon.

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Five ways to rediscover your city

Over the last week I’ve been talking with a friend about his desire to travel and how between school, homework, working, pets, household chores, and visiting with friends and family, life can easily get away from us. He mentioned how he was envious of my ability to travel somewhere new almost every month, his point being that most people our age live on a fairly tight budget.

I get asked this question all the time: “How are you able to afford to travel?” But what most people don’t realize is that travel is something I am not only extremely passionate about but also something I value above all other material things. Thus, travel is one of my top priorities in my personal life. I don’t spend money on anything else, except those bills I am obligated to pay. That’s how I manage to travel. Plus, the miles I rack up often mean I can get a regular priced plane ticket for a cheaper price.

But what got me thinking about our conversation is that people misconstrue being adventurous with having to travel internationally or to another city. Remember when I talked about my county by county project? I had just moved to Madison and all of my savings went to securing a moving company and first and last month’s rent. My vagabond feet were itching to explore but I couldn’t afford to go anywhere outside the state. So, I decided to get a little personal with the town I now call home. After all, this is where I am and there is a simple, quiet joy in reveling in that.

In light of my conversation with this friend I decided to put together five ways you too can rediscover your city. Hopefully it inspires you to be a little adventurous even while staying put.

  1. Go off the beaten path and try new eateries, bars, and nightclubs.

Most of us have our typical go to spots for where we eat and drink and hang out. It’s easy to get comfortable with the familiar but there are some pretty awesome hole in the wall restaurants, if only you look for them. And, if you live in a small town and have already been everywhere, hop in your car and drive to the next town over. Any place within an hour’s drive is, in my opinion, still exploring locally.

A resource you can look to for guidance is what many city magazines have started doing. For example, where I live, there is a Best of Madison magazine that comes out every year, highlighting the top eateries, bars, and nightclubs broken down by category. This is a good starting place, but you can even check out Yelp for some suggestions.

Since moving to Madison, I’ve been on the hunt for the best burger and cheese shop. My best bet was talking to locals and getting their recommendations of places to check out. I ended up stumbling across two places that weren’t in any guide book. I found the juiciest burger, piled high with bacon and blue cheese crumbles, inside a dive bar that was tucked in the middle of the woods just two miles from my apartment building. None of my friends have heard of it but it’s a spot locals in my neighborhood frequent on the regular. And, as far as finding the best cheese shop, there is a little dairy farm about an hour outside my town that makes their own cheese. Free samples and wine to pair with it – double score!

  1. Pay attention to the details.

Wander a random neighborhood or new part of town and be sure to change it up during the week. Exploring downtown today? Check out an ethnic community tomorrow. Don’t have the kind of diversity? There has to be an Amish community somewhere near you. Don’t forget to take your camera either. It’s amazing how much more you see when you actually take the time to look at your surroundings. You may even find some interesting things – alley ways with bold and colorful murals, a new park with some interesting sculptures, or a view of the sunset or skyline so breathtaking you can’t help but appreciate the peace it brings.

  1. Don’t be afraid to be a tourist.

You spend four years (or a lifetime) in one place and all of a sudden you realize you haven’t seen the main attractions of your town. Visit a local museum (many college campuses have them and are open to the public for free) or a national park nearby. Learn about your area’s history and how the city came to be.

I come from a smaller town so I understand there aren’t always a lot of big attractions in your backyard but there are smaller, even free, attractions nearby. In my hometown, everyone talked about “The Big Tree” – an oak tree that has sat on the outskirts of town for over a 100 years. It sits on the edge of a dirt road and no other vegetation is nearby. I had never been there despite living my entire life in the area so one day I drove out, took some pictures, wrote my name in chalk on the plank wood nearby, and read. It was glorious.

I now live in Madison, WI and everyone talks about Picnic Point – a walking path that leads to a peninsula and gives amazing views of the city skyline. I went there with a friend, we sat in a tree like Forrest and Jenny, then skipped some rocks across the water. It was a chill activity that let us see a new side of our city.

Being adventurous doesn’t mean you have to travel to a new state or even internationally. It just means trying something new that  you’ve never done. It brings an element of freshness and vitality to your life and makes for some beautiful memories.

  1. Revel in nature.

Live near a lake? Go ice skating in the winter or paddle boarding in the summer. Live in a mountainous town or a city with bike trails? Go off the beaten track and head out on your mountain or road bike. You never know, you may even stumble across a creek or river you can dip your feet in. How far are you from the beach? If it’s within a couple hour’s drive, you’re still doing the local thing. Spend the day sunbathing and building sand castles. And, depending on the season, you can get your hands dirty picking pumpkins, apples, cherries, and blueberries from nearby farms. As the poet Matthew Henry said, “When the world burdens you, find peace in nature.”

  1. Volunteer for a day (or two or three).

There are heaps of opportunities to volunteer in your community. Help pick up trash and clear brush off the trail, serve meals at a homeless shelter, run a 5k for a charity or cause, help build a home with Habitat for Humanity, plant a garden for a local children’s school, package food at a local food bank. There is no shortage of opportunities available to you, especially with a week’s time on your hands. Volunteering isn’t just something nice that you do, it actually makes an impact on your community.

One day, a group of friends and I decided to volunteer at the local food bank making Thanksgiving meal packages to be delivered. From our efforts, the Food Bank was able to deliver the boxes earlier than anticipated and we helped provide a Thanksgiving meal to over 900 families.

I can also attest to the fact that volunteering is a way to enrich your spirit. Having bipolar II disorder, it aids in the recovery process, particularly in building self-confidence about having a purpose and giving meaning to my community and to the world. I think that lesson can be applied to anyone.

There are a lot of things you can do in your own backyard that doesn’t break the bank. So if you’re thinking about spending money you don’t have on a trip to the beach or somewhere abroad, think of the endless abilities waiting at your feet, right where you are. A little staycation may even give you a new appreciation for your city and all it has to offer.

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Rock county: fearflying aka skydiving

My friend Eric jokingly sent me an email the other day asking if I was going through an early mid-life crisis. In the last two months, I’ve chopped almost 10 inches off my hair (I can’t even put it in a ponytail anymore!) and then I signed my life away to jump out of a plane, or what I lovingly refer to as “fearflying” (aka skydiving). Perhaps he’s on to something here but we all know I’m an adventurer at heart and a sucker for last-minute deals too. Along with my friends Aaron, Selina, and Kelsey, I got to mark another item off my bucket list this past Saturday at Great Lakes Skydiving in Beloit. It was an experience of a life time and since I’ve had a lot of people reach out asking what it’s all about I thought I’d recount the jump here:

Kelsey was the first of the group to go. I saw her squat and crouch to the edge of the door and just like that she was sucked out, disappearing below. It is unnerving to see someone you know and care about sucked out of a door into oblivion. You hear their first scream of “Oh my god” and even before the last syllable is spoken, the wind slices right through it and you don’t hear them anymore. They vanish. And then you become conscious that you’re no longer sitting in the back of the plane and in fact have been scooted so far forward that you’re next up on the chopping block.

At that point, I felt overwhelmingly anxious, fully awake, and absolutely terrified. Before making my jump, I looked up to the sky and closed my eyes. Looking back at the video, it looks as if I’m praying to the heavens above but it was more the instinctive realization that this was a terrible idea and there was nothing I could do about it now. My instructor’s final words before throwing me out the door were, “If you forget to breathe just scream.” I screamed alright. In fact, every second of my free fall I screamed bloody murder. It was the best therapy I could have asked for.

This photo sums up my entire skydiving experience.

This photo sums up my entire skydiving experience.

The free fall lasted about 60 seconds, which feels like a lifetime to spend diving head first into the ground at 140mph, but at the same time it goes quick too. When people ask me to describe this part of the dive, I can only muster up two words: terrifying and loud. Free falling from 14,000 feet in the air is not natural and every instinct in your body tells you to curl up in the fetal position (which you can’t do by the way). Then there’s the noise. I cannot possibly convey how loud it is from the moment you open the door to when the parachute finally opens. Think of a train coming through town or a fire alarm going off in your building. Magnify it by a 100 and maybe you’ll be close. It’s loud and deafening and exhilarating all at once.

So insane!

So insane!

But then something really wonderful happens. Your parachute releases and time almost freezes. The force and loudness of the wind vanishes completely and you are left with complete silence. You glide through the air and make your way through clouds to clear skies for jaw-dropping views. I saw the Chicago skyline and the smoke stacks in Rockford, IL all the way from Wisconsin. It was peaceful and serene and (somewhat surprisingly) I didn’t vomit from the free fall.

About five minutes after the parachute opened, we landed in a green pasture right by the airport. I love the photos from our landing because I just look so happy. I’m still debating whether my look of glee is from how much fun I had or if I was just incredibly thankful to have my legs firmly on the ground again. Regardless, it was a blast and I would recommend it to anyone looking to feel alive. The best part of skydiving is that 100 percent of you lives entirely in the moment.

I'm sooo happy! haha

I’m sooo happy! haha

Me and my instructor post-landing. He was great!

Me and my instructor post-landing. He was great!

From left to right: Kelsey, Aaron, me, and Selina. We all LOVED it.

From left to right: Kelsey, Aaron, me, and Selina. We all LOVED it.

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