Tag: Climbing

It seems I’ve found a new favorite place on the planet (for now). I’ve spent last two winters teaching skiing at Solitude Mountain Resort in Utah to build funds for our travels. While at Solitude, I’d heard tales of the legendary Fantasy Ridge and the serious nature of the skiing that lay within its chutes and rock-laden ridges. It wasn’t until I chose to venture up the Ridge myself that I realized the brevity of this wintry world which overlooked Solitude’s resort boundaries.   Read more

Coming into Columbus started out on a positive note as we had just skydived that day, but quickly turned into shambles. Everything was STUPID!! The only things people could suggest for us to do were parks, walking, museums, and biking. Which just couldn’t live up to the thrill of jumping from 13,000 ft out of a plane. We spent a few days bickering with a final blow up that drove us to leave and never had an intent to return!

After spending time in The Plains and winging our way to Cleveland, we found ourselves giving Columbus a second chance. This time around we weren’t hyped up on adrenaline and seeking our next fix. And this time we had a challenge: no van and no plans past somewhere to sleep that for the first night. At first glance Columbus appears to be a small town with small neighborhoods surrounding it, but we came to find out it has the 15th largest population of any city in the U.S. with diverse people and LOTS and LOTS of food.

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As we've traveled through life's journey, both before and after we became Vagabloggers, we've been called many things. We've been placed into many social genres and have been identified as being part of many particular cliques. Some of the labels placed on us have been: Rock Climbers, Hippies, Vegetarians, Van Dwellers, Couch Surfers, Coffee Geeks, Drifters and just plain Weirdos. Funny thing is, almost all of these labels have been applied by those outside of these social circles. If you asked the people inside these circles, invariably most of them would reply "They're cool, but they're not one of us."

Recently, this paradox has made itself all-the-more clear while we've been camped out at Miguel's Pizza in Kentucky's Red River Gorge. Read more