Happy 2014! What began as a lark with my husband became an interesting journey into manifesting more adventures. We really did snowshoe backpack the PCT, mush with sleddogs in Alaska, backpack over Red Peak pass in Yosemite, roll kayaks, ski Shasta, open water swim, and ride alot of hills. Definitely more beer and bacon this year than ever before. Thanks for following along.
I leave you with Italy’s Tania Cagnatto, who I am sure would wear Athleta clothing if given the chance. You see her above in mid take-off for a back twister of some sort, I hope to master one myself this year. And telemarking, surfing, pull-ups and standing back bends. among other things.
Happy trails to all, live your lives outloud and proud and remember to leave no trace. -Claire
"We can’t forget to pick up the maraschino cherries for the progressive cocktail party in the hood," said Heidi. "I keep thinking about the bacon wrapped chorizo stuffed dates too.”
Samara stops traffic without even trying.
"Do you see the tallest tree on the opposite ridge?" asked Alicia. "I’ll race you to and it and the loser gives the winner a full body massage tonight."
"I know I can seat the grappling hook just over that cornice, and then its all gravy’ schemed Brandi.
"Pass the flask of laphroaig" said Celeste, "it’s nippy up here."
A nice pair of compression tights, fresh snow and The Terror by the Flaming Lips is all Heidi needs to get back in the groove post holiday.
"Intermittent fasting on christmas morning, my butt," said Heidi. "Bring on the maple belgian waffles, whipped cream and bacon."
"It’s 5 below outside, snowing and Christmas Eve. I am wearing a scarf in front of a roaring fire but friggin’ nothing on my legs. Bring me my red velvet garter belt and sparkly stockings!" ordered Tasha.
"Getting my pilot’s license has certainly paid off when it comes to visiting the various in-laws on holidays," said Brandi with a huge grin.