Catching Up

Kate: 1. Climate change: 2

I rode my bike into town today despite the Death Headcold and the rain and the super sore hamstrings. I found out that if I lay in bed too long, my hamstrings get really really tight. Since that seemed to be the precursor to Debilitating Hip Pain Part 2 last spring, I spent a lot of time last night and this morning on my foam roller, and slept in the floor last night. The concrete surface seemed to help my hamstrings chill the eff out but now that I’m sitting here in this little bakery, they’re screaming again.

Has this ever happened to anything else? Is this just another symptom of the beginning of entropy? You know, the long, slow decline through middle age?

You Say You Want A Resolution

Resolution to make all trips to town shared-ride or human-powered: 0

Climate Change: 2

Making big changes in life is hard, so I’m not quitting…but I gotta be honest with you fine folks here on Tumblr. So far I am not successful.


Bully for you, bully for me

Even better in color!


Bully for you, bully for me

Even better in color!

Tipping Point

Buried as the second story on Outside Magazine’s online daily report was an article that once again emphasized that Science says we have about five years before we pass the carbon emissions point of no return. And, you know, we know this. It’s irrefutable at this point. We are slowly digging our own graves. If this were a disaster movie, we’d be at the end of act one and starting act two. All the key players have been introduced (Bill McKibben, various heads of state, the Koch Brothers, a huge body of research that is globally agreed-upon by the scientific community, etc.) and now we’re moving into the rubber meeting the road. Glaciers receding. Oceans acidifying. Park rangers answering more and more questions about climate change in the parks.

This gave me pause. This is actually the most serious thing we’re facing. ISIS and Ebola and a new royal baby will not actually end humanity. Climate change very well might.

I know that change must be swift and on a huge scale. Like, export tariffs on coal that are so high that it’s not profitable to ship it to China. Like, an effort on the scale of the Manhattan Project, dedicated to clean, renewable energy. (Sorry, “clean” coal doesn’t count.) Like, an overhaul of agricultural practices.

I am also accountable for personal change. So are you, by the way. I’ve been putting it off. “When I have a full-time, permanent job I’ll buy a more efficient car. Maybe a hybrid! When I have my own place, I’ll get energy star appliances and build a worm bin. If I live somewhere perfectly flat with services really nearby, I’ll ride my bike more.”

NO MORE! It is time for change. And for me, that means it is time to talk on the internet about how I will change. I won’t be accountable if it’s only to myself. I’ll be accountable to you. This blog is about growing and seeking new adventures throughout my 30s. What’s more adventurous than the survival of humanity?

So to start with: I drove down to my favorite little bakery this morning. Riding my bike takes too long. Not enough time left to sleep in AND linger over my coffee. Those are bullshit excuses. I promise to always ride my bike, walk, carpool, or take the bus into town henceforth. No more solo driving for groceries, movies, a cup of coffee. My Grandma J always told me to only make a promise I know I can keep. The worst thing was breaking a promise.

I promise to always ride my bike, walk, carpool, or take the bus into town henceforth.


My roommates and I all just read Divergent. (Don’t. Judge.) The other night I asked one of them what her fear landscape would feature. “Oh, probably spiders. Snakes. Bugs. The dark,” she said. “How about you?”

I thought about that. I don’t mind spider and snakes. I overcame fear of the dark when I worked in Vermont and walked around in the woods at night pretty regularly. “Failure. Abandonment. Social rejection,” I said.

Also, automobile accidents. Big trauma. Death: my own, a little bit. My loved ones’, for sure. Naming fears diminishes their power. What are you afraid of?


Wee Teddy Roosevelt 


Wee Teddy Roosevelt 

Little Brown Bats

We have those here, and other bat species as well. I know very little about bats, but a bat research team set up shop in the apartments next to and across from mine and they’ll be here until October. They might take me out when they’re doing some field work (trapping, collaring and following bats). I’m learning a little about these little mammals.

The researches have observed a 90% reduction in bat population on this island in recent years. This mirrors other trends, and is due to white nose syndrome. One of my neighbors says when she hears reports of barns and attics where there used to be a lot of bats, she visits them with excitement welling, hoping this is an oasis of bats that’s escaped devastation. She is always disappointed.

We should know that what is “normal” now is not the normal of 10, 50, or 100 years ago. We should know what we’re losing. We should know what we already lost. 


10 Reasons The Wilderness Act Was One Of The Best Ideas Ever

The Wilderness Act turns 50 this week, marking the anniversary of the preservation of some of our most treasured national lands. Passed in 1964, the Wilderness Act established the National Wilderness Preservation System and created the first official wilderness areas.

For more striking photos and inspiring quotes about nature go here. 

(via adventureproof)


"While all the kids on this island are back in school," I crowed to my sister, "I will be watching Game of Thrones, hiking with a Malamute big enough to be a direwolf, reading, and day-drinking."

Almost. Instead, I slept in, read, hiked with a Malamute big enough to be a direwolf, went to dinner with my friends, and hooted through Guardians of the Galaxy. It is a really snappy-funny movie, y’all. 

Adulthood can be plenty tough but then there are times of complete dissipation like yesterday when I feel like it’s everything I thought it would be when I was a kid, and more.