Little Wild Horse Canyon and Bell Canyon are two of the most stunning and easily accessible slot canyons. The trailhead to both is located a few miles west of Goblin Valley State Park, which is north of Hanksville, Utah. Continue reading “Little Wild Horse Canyon/Bell Canyon”
Confession: Goblin Valley is my absolute favorite state park so if you could do me a solid and stay away, I’d sure appreciate it. Already hard enough to get a campsite there, I don’t want even more crowds. This out-of-the-way park makes you feel like you’re eight years old and the world is just waiting to be explored at no less than a sprint. Continue reading “Goblin Valley State Park”
A tweet went the rounds this week quoting an accomplished female athlete. She was asked in an interview if there was anything she didn’t play as a child and her derisive response, “Dolls.” As my finger hovered over the retweet button, I thought, But what’s wrong with playing with dolls?
Lately in society we are presented with two type of women: the princess type with a hair never out of place who wears heels everywhere and the nerd or athlete who eschews all things feminine. Continue reading “Being Athletic and Feminine”
When people find out I ski, do triathlons, and a host of other outdoor stuff, they say, “Wow, you’re so athletic. I wish I could do that.” Here’s my deep down dark secret, I’m not athletic at all. When I hit my first steep turn mountain biking, I panicked, slammed on my brakes and tipped over. It took two months for me to get up on water skis. My triathlon swims usually end with me belching my way through the bike ride because of all the water I swallowed. The first season I skied, I was the only one in class who could tip over standing still. Here’s a little something I learned about becoming athletic. Continue reading “Becoming Athletic”
There are certain things that you just don’t say to someone after they cross the finish line of a difficult race. Here are a few favorites.
10. Maybe running/biking/swimming just isn’t your thing.
9. Times aren’t everything.
10. Do we have exfoliating soap? I need to scrub the race number off my arm.
9. I would buy new clothes, but I’m saving for skis (or harness, or bike, or other favorite toy).
I believed in this until one day I got a good look at myself after a hard day of skiing. Most days the only part of my face showing through is my nose—my very runny nose. Due to my height and lack of figure with the bulky clothing, I look like I’m twelve, and often get asked where I go to school. When I do strip a layer at the end of the day, my face is bright red, I have helmet hair, and I’m wearing some not so flattering stretchy pants.
Who knew fishing could be such a thrill.
Saturday, I was introduced to the new sport of bow fishing by the wonderful people at the Utah Bow Fishing Association. Their goal is to clean up Utah’s waterways by shooting carp with bows and arrows. And if it’s a blast, then so be it.
In honor of the last week of ski season, I am telling my most embarrassing ski story of the year.
Since I teach young children to ski, I had to get a tuberculosis test. Now a TB test consists of being pricked in your arm and then having it checked 48 hours later to see if there’s any reaction. The check must be done by a doctor in that timeframe or you have to get pricked again.
Day 3 of my training to be a ski instructor was supposed to be an all day, indoor affair that was offsite from the resort. All that meant to me was that I wouldn’t ski on opening day. However, they released us at 2:00 with the promise we would have our arms checked by ski patrol.