This post truly has it all: Come along and read about my inability to understand the metric system, my awesome 90s style, and my fear of breathlessness on the 488th tallest mountain in the world!
Big Mountain, Little Scaredy Cat
Adventures in Traveling Solo
If you’re not a little uncomfortable, you’re not really living.
Hello Aviophobia, My Old Friend
What do you do when your desire to see the world is just as strong as your desire to not hurtle through space in a metal tube while having embarrassing crying fits in front of strangers?
