I am a wobbling whirlwind of elbows, knees and high kicks. Awkward AF.
Coughing up lungs, slaying dragons, riding the jellies and crashing into trees
Lately, I have been making up every excuse in the book not to ride my bike. “There’s no snow” “There’s too much snow” “It’s too cold” “it’s too warm” “I’m … Continue reading Toodling a.k.a Squashing my inner mountain snob
Things that keep me moving towards “The Thing” itself.
On trees, getting sh*t-faced, wizards & wisdom found on and off the trail.