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Boys Pain Weekend
Eisenhower was formidable, and bald. Just like Ike in real life The summer after my freshman year in college, a friend from home texted asking if I wanted to drive up to New Hampshire and do something called the Presidential Traverse in a single day. I said yes, in the confident and uncritical way fit…
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Doggin it
Tili and Magui were my pets for a week during a recent vacation in Nicaragua. I stayed at a surf lodge right on the beach, and most mornings I took them for a walk up and down the half mile of coastline right outside our door. One of the cutest sequences of events I’ve ever…
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Happy to be here
The three months since I left San Francisco were enough to forget a few things. One was how the Presidio smells on a sunny morning after a rainy couple of days. Another was how good Arsicault croissants are and how I get a funny kick out of bringing a few back to 225 10th Ave…
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Goodbye, San Francisco
Typically you wave and say goodbye to a place that means a lot to you when you leave it. My decision to depart SF happened slowly and then suddenly, so I didn’t feel like I had the chance. But no reason I can’t say a farewell now 🙂 This began as a long, drawn out…
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Loving Life
A loving life is wavy, stochastic, and mesmerizing. Swells arrive after patient waiting in the doldrums, or impatient squinting into horizons. Some sets come on unevenly, shockingly hard and toss you back across the white water. Ocean spills out your nose for the rest of the week. Or slowly swells in your eyes, drooping down…
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Easy livin
I’m warm, in shorts and tie die crocs, looking up at the grey overcast behind the tallest and skinniest palm trees I’ve ever seen. In Naples, Florida I’ve always felt like the palm trees looked battle ready; they are prepared for hurricane winds, the strongest and sturdiest the fit survivors. Here in San Diego, and…
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What Merlyn Has to Teach
I am over-caffeinated right now, which was unnoticeable while I methodically tapped my foot and turned pages of The Idiot inside Bazaar Cafe, and is now the color of my existence as I attempt to finish whatever it is here that I’ve started. I’m struggling because what could my writing today possibly have to do…
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Day Twenty Two: Back to Sea Level, Over and Out
I’m back in the city! On February 1st I drove up to the ski lease in Homewood, which sits around 6,200 feet above sea level. Since then, I haven’t spent time below 4k (Moab was roughly the lowest). Averaging out the time spent in Tahoe (~6k), Salt Lake City (4.2k), Taos (7k), Frisco (9k), and…
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Day 21: “I think we nailed it”
For the past few weeks when people have asked what my road trip plan is, I’ve responded saying I’m swinging through the west, down to Taos, out to Colorado, and then back through the Eastern Sierra for a little backcountry skiing. As Nick and I scoped out the backcountry options here we found ourselves a…
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Day Nineteen: Happy Springs
Breakfast Burritos, reading in hammocks, bouldering in the Happy’s, dinner time art viewing, not so hot springs, and hot springs. There are few greater rushes of excitement than feeling hot water surge into a small pool that you’ve convinced yourself is lukewarm and not actively cold.
Shaking the Snowglobe
Writing for friends and family
Shaking the Snowglobe 