Life has taken a new and exciting turn over the last few months. Doug and I took the leap and went from our urban farm in Humboldt County to a real farm on 3 1/2 acres in the gold country of the California foothills. To say we are excited is an understatement. To say we have a TON of work ahead of us is putting it mildly. But to tend the land and grow our own food is a labor of love and one that I will take on gladly. There’s a huge disconnect between humans and where our food comes from. The more I read on what goes on in the hidden worlds of commercial farming and meat the less I want to eat anything that I didn’t grow or raise myself. This winter we’re installing the bones of the garden and digging out the holes for the bare root fruit trees that will arrive in January. This year garden, next year mending the fence and hopefully building the barn for some new goat friends. And then my dream of having my own horse will come to fruition. It’s all happening. I dislike the word ‘manifest’. I think people throw it around too much without meaning anything. A hollow word. But my friend said to me the other day that I manifested the shit out of my life . . . and well yeah I guess I did.

The rain has started to fall again in the small Northern California town I call home. Tucked far away in the giant redwoods. It’s been a hard winter. The rain has barely let up. It’s made the ability to mountain bike almost non existent and there’s only so many rainy day hikes you can take before you just start wishing for sun. But I still try and maintain the ability to be grateful for all things. Our garden is flourishing, wild flowers are blooming. It’s the little things that bring the whole picture into a cohesive blend of green and red with pinks, purples, white. But for today I took myself out for breakfast to celebrate the end of my first semester back in college after almost 20 years. Life has shifted so much in the last 6 months. Most of me is elated but some of me is scared. There’s a great unknown out there that I’m not sure about anymore and I just have to trust that I’m making the right choices. Hopefully it will all make sense someday. Sometimes evolution is sticky and painful but it’s always with merit. This is a rare selfie. Whip cream and rainy days 

This is my first time updating from my phone. We’ll see how this goes. Coming live by the power of technology from deep in the woods in NorCal. 

Just a quick thought actually

I love how climbing brings folks together. I was lucky enough to climb with two of my favorite people at two different gyms in two cities last week. 

I’d like to find more climber friends. Reach out . . 

Dana and I at Berkeley Iron Works

  
Maxx (or Stone Powers) and I at Pacific Edge in Santa Cruz