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Peak climbing season has officially arrived in Bishop, CA (Payahüünadü), and with that means the arrival of the masses! It’s great to see so many people experiencing this beautiful place, but as always the increased traffic comes at the cost of greater impact on the environment.

If you’re recreating in the Bishop area this winter, please try your best to abide by these guidelines:

1. LEAVE NO TRACE. Pack out your trash. This includes all dog poop!

2. DON’T CRUSH THE BRUSH. Park in designated areas and try your best to stay on delineated trails when possible.

3. DOGS. Should generally be on leash, especially on busy weekends. At the VERY LEAST they should be on strict voice control.

4. NO STASHING. The main areas are heavily trafficked and used by all. Stashing gear is not allowed, and the official stance is that if it is left more then 24 hrs, it is considered litter and will be removed at your cost.

Be safe, and have fun out there! Let’s try to all be good stewards so the areas we love stay pristine for years to come.

The Loved Ones are ending their world tour at HalloWeezer in beautiful Bishop California, October 25 at 5 PM.All proceeds benefit the Eastside Student Center. Tickets available at eastsidestudentcenter.org.

The Loved Ones are ending their world tour at HalloWeezer in beautiful Bishop California, October 25 at 5 PM.All proceeds benefit the Eastside Student Center. Tickets available at eastsidestudentcenter.org.

Wildflower season bringing in that goddess energy. We roll deep for Athena 🌱🌸

Trip to Greece was all too short, but full of laughter, love and learning. So grateful for beautiful places and inspiring women. Over and over again. 🌀😮‍💨

Today would have been Twig’s 9th birthday…for the first time in the last 8 years I’m not not spending the day with her celebrating. I always felt that it was special that twig and I were exactly 6 months apart, like the universe matched us up…today I was missing you more then ever my girl. Here’s some pics from previous years birthday fun ✨ happy birthday Twig ✨💕💜

Last time I was in Moab it wasAugust and 107 degrees. It was just me and Twig here and we hiked around finding water in the desert to cool off in…now I am back here by myself. It is cold and the rivers are flowing high. It’s the first time I’ve been truly alone, without my sweet girl by my side. I haven’t yet stopped reaching for her in the morning or saying “good morning twig,” but my heart breaks to not feel her beside me giving me morning kissesand loud moaning stretches to start our day.

Living on the road it can be easy to project the feelings of home onto certain people or beings. Feelings of comfort, safety, love, security, and consistency were all placed on this relationship with my girl that grounded me. Without her I’m spinning, unsure of where to go or what the next right thing is…Twig taught me so much in our time together. How to love without restraint, how to throw yourself into adventure with complete open minded excitement, and how to commit yourself to another being fully. I never once doubted that I would spend her whole life with her, but I didn’t think that time would be cut so short.

I’ve never made a decision in my adult life that wasn’t based on us both. I’ve never been through a hard time or a trauma without her by my side guiding me. She was the ultimate adventure partner, ride along, expressive, quirky, weirdo crag dog that I could hoped to love. In this grief I feel the gratitude for having a bond so great. For knowing she was always there riding beside me.

I don’t know what life will look like without you here with me…I don’t know how to go through this without you. I miss you with every step through the desert on my own, and I see you in every little pool of water you would lay in. I’ll seek you in the adventures we would take together, and the mossy rich mushroom forests.

Love you forever my Twiggy girl. 🍄🌈🌻❤️

Last time I was in Moab it wasAugust and 107 degrees. It was just me and Twig here and we hiked around finding water in the desert to cool off in…now I am back here by myself. It is cold and the rivers are flowing high. It’s the first time I’ve been truly alone, without my sweet girl by my side. I haven’t yet stopped reaching for her in the morning or saying “good morning twig,” but my heart breaks to not feel her beside me giving me morning kissesand loud moaning stretches to start our day.

Living on the road it can be easy to project the feelings of home onto certain people or beings. Feelings of comfort, safety, love, security, and consistency were all placed on this relationship with my girl that grounded me. Without her I’m spinning, unsure of where to go or what the next right thing is…Twig taught me so much in our time together. How to love without restraint, how to throw yourself into adventure with complete open minded excitement, and how to commit yourself to another being fully. I never once doubted that I would spend her whole life with her, but I didn’t think that time would be cut so short.

I’ve never made a decision in my adult life that wasn’t based on us both. I’ve never been through a hard time or a trauma without her by my side guiding me. She was the ultimate adventure partner, ride along, expressive, quirky, weirdo crag dog that I could hoped to love. In this grief I feel the gratitude for having a bond so great. For knowing she was always there riding beside me.

I don’t know what life will look like without you here with me…I don’t know how to go through this without you. I miss you with every step through the desert on my own, and I see you in every little pool of water you would lay in. I’ll seek you in the adventures we would take together, and the mossy rich mushroom forests.

Love you forever my Twiggy girl. 🍄🌈🌻❤️

Last time I was in Moab it wasAugust and 107 degrees. It was just me and Twig here and we hiked around finding water in the desert to cool off in…now I am back here by myself. It is cold and the rivers are flowing high. It’s the first time I’ve been truly alone, without my sweet girl by my side. I haven’t yet stopped reaching for her in the morning or saying “good morning twig,” but my heart breaks to not feel her beside me giving me morning kissesand loud moaning stretches to start our day.

Living on the road it can be easy to project the feelings of home onto certain people or beings. Feelings of comfort, safety, love, security, and consistency were all placed on this relationship with my girl that grounded me. Without her I’m spinning, unsure of where to go or what the next right thing is…Twig taught me so much in our time together. How to love without restraint, how to throw yourself into adventure with complete open minded excitement, and how to commit yourself to another being fully. I never once doubted that I would spend her whole life with her, but I didn’t think that time would be cut so short.

I’ve never made a decision in my adult life that wasn’t based on us both. I’ve never been through a hard time or a trauma without her by my side guiding me. She was the ultimate adventure partner, ride along, expressive, quirky, weirdo crag dog that I could hoped to love. In this grief I feel the gratitude for having a bond so great. For knowing she was always there riding beside me.

I don’t know what life will look like without you here with me…I don’t know how to go through this without you. I miss you with every step through the desert on my own, and I see you in every little pool of water you would lay in. I’ll seek you in the adventures we would take together, and the mossy rich mushroom forests.

Love you forever my Twiggy girl. 🍄🌈🌻❤️

Last time I was in Moab it wasAugust and 107 degrees. It was just me and Twig here and we hiked around finding water in the desert to cool off in…now I am back here by myself. It is cold and the rivers are flowing high. It’s the first time I’ve been truly alone, without my sweet girl by my side. I haven’t yet stopped reaching for her in the morning or saying “good morning twig,” but my heart breaks to not feel her beside me giving me morning kissesand loud moaning stretches to start our day.

Living on the road it can be easy to project the feelings of home onto certain people or beings. Feelings of comfort, safety, love, security, and consistency were all placed on this relationship with my girl that grounded me. Without her I’m spinning, unsure of where to go or what the next right thing is…Twig taught me so much in our time together. How to love without restraint, how to throw yourself into adventure with complete open minded excitement, and how to commit yourself to another being fully. I never once doubted that I would spend her whole life with her, but I didn’t think that time would be cut so short.

I’ve never made a decision in my adult life that wasn’t based on us both. I’ve never been through a hard time or a trauma without her by my side guiding me. She was the ultimate adventure partner, ride along, expressive, quirky, weirdo crag dog that I could hoped to love. In this grief I feel the gratitude for having a bond so great. For knowing she was always there riding beside me.

I don’t know what life will look like without you here with me…I don’t know how to go through this without you. I miss you with every step through the desert on my own, and I see you in every little pool of water you would lay in. I’ll seek you in the adventures we would take together, and the mossy rich mushroom forests.

Love you forever my Twiggy girl. 🍄🌈🌻❤️

Last time I was in Moab it wasAugust and 107 degrees. It was just me and Twig here and we hiked around finding water in the desert to cool off in…now I am back here by myself. It is cold and the rivers are flowing high. It’s the first time I’ve been truly alone, without my sweet girl by my side. I haven’t yet stopped reaching for her in the morning or saying “good morning twig,” but my heart breaks to not feel her beside me giving me morning kissesand loud moaning stretches to start our day.

Living on the road it can be easy to project the feelings of home onto certain people or beings. Feelings of comfort, safety, love, security, and consistency were all placed on this relationship with my girl that grounded me. Without her I’m spinning, unsure of where to go or what the next right thing is…Twig taught me so much in our time together. How to love without restraint, how to throw yourself into adventure with complete open minded excitement, and how to commit yourself to another being fully. I never once doubted that I would spend her whole life with her, but I didn’t think that time would be cut so short.

I’ve never made a decision in my adult life that wasn’t based on us both. I’ve never been through a hard time or a trauma without her by my side guiding me. She was the ultimate adventure partner, ride along, expressive, quirky, weirdo crag dog that I could hoped to love. In this grief I feel the gratitude for having a bond so great. For knowing she was always there riding beside me.

I don’t know what life will look like without you here with me…I don’t know how to go through this without you. I miss you with every step through the desert on my own, and I see you in every little pool of water you would lay in. I’ll seek you in the adventures we would take together, and the mossy rich mushroom forests.

Love you forever my Twiggy girl. 🍄🌈🌻❤️

Last time I was in Moab it wasAugust and 107 degrees. It was just me and Twig here and we hiked around finding water in the desert to cool off in…now I am back here by myself. It is cold and the rivers are flowing high. It’s the first time I’ve been truly alone, without my sweet girl by my side. I haven’t yet stopped reaching for her in the morning or saying “good morning twig,” but my heart breaks to not feel her beside me giving me morning kissesand loud moaning stretches to start our day.

Living on the road it can be easy to project the feelings of home onto certain people or beings. Feelings of comfort, safety, love, security, and consistency were all placed on this relationship with my girl that grounded me. Without her I’m spinning, unsure of where to go or what the next right thing is…Twig taught me so much in our time together. How to love without restraint, how to throw yourself into adventure with complete open minded excitement, and how to commit yourself to another being fully. I never once doubted that I would spend her whole life with her, but I didn’t think that time would be cut so short.

I’ve never made a decision in my adult life that wasn’t based on us both. I’ve never been through a hard time or a trauma without her by my side guiding me. She was the ultimate adventure partner, ride along, expressive, quirky, weirdo crag dog that I could hoped to love. In this grief I feel the gratitude for having a bond so great. For knowing she was always there riding beside me.

I don’t know what life will look like without you here with me…I don’t know how to go through this without you. I miss you with every step through the desert on my own, and I see you in every little pool of water you would lay in. I’ll seek you in the adventures we would take together, and the mossy rich mushroom forests.

Love you forever my Twiggy girl. 🍄🌈🌻❤️

Last time I was in Moab it wasAugust and 107 degrees. It was just me and Twig here and we hiked around finding water in the desert to cool off in…now I am back here by myself. It is cold and the rivers are flowing high. It’s the first time I’ve been truly alone, without my sweet girl by my side. I haven’t yet stopped reaching for her in the morning or saying “good morning twig,” but my heart breaks to not feel her beside me giving me morning kissesand loud moaning stretches to start our day.

Living on the road it can be easy to project the feelings of home onto certain people or beings. Feelings of comfort, safety, love, security, and consistency were all placed on this relationship with my girl that grounded me. Without her I’m spinning, unsure of where to go or what the next right thing is…Twig taught me so much in our time together. How to love without restraint, how to throw yourself into adventure with complete open minded excitement, and how to commit yourself to another being fully. I never once doubted that I would spend her whole life with her, but I didn’t think that time would be cut so short.

I’ve never made a decision in my adult life that wasn’t based on us both. I’ve never been through a hard time or a trauma without her by my side guiding me. She was the ultimate adventure partner, ride along, expressive, quirky, weirdo crag dog that I could hoped to love. In this grief I feel the gratitude for having a bond so great. For knowing she was always there riding beside me.

I don’t know what life will look like without you here with me…I don’t know how to go through this without you. I miss you with every step through the desert on my own, and I see you in every little pool of water you would lay in. I’ll seek you in the adventures we would take together, and the mossy rich mushroom forests.

Love you forever my Twiggy girl. 🍄🌈🌻❤️

Last time I was in Moab it wasAugust and 107 degrees. It was just me and Twig here and we hiked around finding water in the desert to cool off in…now I am back here by myself. It is cold and the rivers are flowing high. It’s the first time I’ve been truly alone, without my sweet girl by my side. I haven’t yet stopped reaching for her in the morning or saying “good morning twig,” but my heart breaks to not feel her beside me giving me morning kissesand loud moaning stretches to start our day.

Living on the road it can be easy to project the feelings of home onto certain people or beings. Feelings of comfort, safety, love, security, and consistency were all placed on this relationship with my girl that grounded me. Without her I’m spinning, unsure of where to go or what the next right thing is…Twig taught me so much in our time together. How to love without restraint, how to throw yourself into adventure with complete open minded excitement, and how to commit yourself to another being fully. I never once doubted that I would spend her whole life with her, but I didn’t think that time would be cut so short.

I’ve never made a decision in my adult life that wasn’t based on us both. I’ve never been through a hard time or a trauma without her by my side guiding me. She was the ultimate adventure partner, ride along, expressive, quirky, weirdo crag dog that I could hoped to love. In this grief I feel the gratitude for having a bond so great. For knowing she was always there riding beside me.

I don’t know what life will look like without you here with me…I don’t know how to go through this without you. I miss you with every step through the desert on my own, and I see you in every little pool of water you would lay in. I’ll seek you in the adventures we would take together, and the mossy rich mushroom forests.

Love you forever my Twiggy girl. 🍄🌈🌻❤️

Last time I was in Moab it wasAugust and 107 degrees. It was just me and Twig here and we hiked around finding water in the desert to cool off in…now I am back here by myself. It is cold and the rivers are flowing high. It’s the first time I’ve been truly alone, without my sweet girl by my side. I haven’t yet stopped reaching for her in the morning or saying “good morning twig,” but my heart breaks to not feel her beside me giving me morning kissesand loud moaning stretches to start our day.

Living on the road it can be easy to project the feelings of home onto certain people or beings. Feelings of comfort, safety, love, security, and consistency were all placed on this relationship with my girl that grounded me. Without her I’m spinning, unsure of where to go or what the next right thing is…Twig taught me so much in our time together. How to love without restraint, how to throw yourself into adventure with complete open minded excitement, and how to commit yourself to another being fully. I never once doubted that I would spend her whole life with her, but I didn’t think that time would be cut so short.

I’ve never made a decision in my adult life that wasn’t based on us both. I’ve never been through a hard time or a trauma without her by my side guiding me. She was the ultimate adventure partner, ride along, expressive, quirky, weirdo crag dog that I could hoped to love. In this grief I feel the gratitude for having a bond so great. For knowing she was always there riding beside me.

I don’t know what life will look like without you here with me…I don’t know how to go through this without you. I miss you with every step through the desert on my own, and I see you in every little pool of water you would lay in. I’ll seek you in the adventures we would take together, and the mossy rich mushroom forests.

Love you forever my Twiggy girl. 🍄🌈🌻❤️

Last time I was in Moab it wasAugust and 107 degrees. It was just me and Twig here and we hiked around finding water in the desert to cool off in…now I am back here by myself. It is cold and the rivers are flowing high. It’s the first time I’ve been truly alone, without my sweet girl by my side. I haven’t yet stopped reaching for her in the morning or saying “good morning twig,” but my heart breaks to not feel her beside me giving me morning kissesand loud moaning stretches to start our day.

Living on the road it can be easy to project the feelings of home onto certain people or beings. Feelings of comfort, safety, love, security, and consistency were all placed on this relationship with my girl that grounded me. Without her I’m spinning, unsure of where to go or what the next right thing is…Twig taught me so much in our time together. How to love without restraint, how to throw yourself into adventure with complete open minded excitement, and how to commit yourself to another being fully. I never once doubted that I would spend her whole life with her, but I didn’t think that time would be cut so short.

I’ve never made a decision in my adult life that wasn’t based on us both. I’ve never been through a hard time or a trauma without her by my side guiding me. She was the ultimate adventure partner, ride along, expressive, quirky, weirdo crag dog that I could hoped to love. In this grief I feel the gratitude for having a bond so great. For knowing she was always there riding beside me.

I don’t know what life will look like without you here with me…I don’t know how to go through this without you. I miss you with every step through the desert on my own, and I see you in every little pool of water you would lay in. I’ll seek you in the adventures we would take together, and the mossy rich mushroom forests.

Love you forever my Twiggy girl. 🍄🌈🌻❤️

My sweetest Maya. It’s been almost 3 weeks since we lost you…three weeks of looking back at memories and photos, while feeling completely lost for words.
Today I tried to pick up my journal for the first time to write about you and this is all I’ve found. I feel so paralyzed, but I’m not sure why. Because there is so much to say when I think of you…When I think of you, I think of your smile, and the silly little whine you made when you were feeling frustrated. I think of cooking food with intention, and the way you would walk with me in the back of a group to look at little plants and mushrooms. I think about the way you danced around a fire and the brightness of your shine.
The way you read with such concentration, and how fast and loudly you would talk about the things you had learned. I think about your excitement to climb and your strength. I guess it feels better to know that you died in the mountains doing what you loved most, but really it doesn’t, because you deserved more life and more adventures…

I think about all of the dreams you had for the future, and how many more things I wish we could do together. I think about how much you loved your friends and your family and @paddyawan.

The words still feel trapped, because how can I bottle your essence into language? You are an ineffable force my sweet sister, and I feel you in the autumn breeze and the cold river dips and the squishy wet moss. You are my ultimate teacher in living. You are my ultimate teacher in growing. I’ll keep seeking you out in the mushroom rich forests and the sage brushes of jtree. I miss you Maya. Thank you for the moments you magical mama, thank you for the rainbows you’ve been showing along the way. I’ll be seeing you, I’ll be loving you 🌈🦋🍄💜 @mayahumeau

My sweetest Maya. It’s been almost 3 weeks since we lost you…three weeks of looking back at memories and photos, while feeling completely lost for words.
Today I tried to pick up my journal for the first time to write about you and this is all I’ve found. I feel so paralyzed, but I’m not sure why. Because there is so much to say when I think of you…When I think of you, I think of your smile, and the silly little whine you made when you were feeling frustrated. I think of cooking food with intention, and the way you would walk with me in the back of a group to look at little plants and mushrooms. I think about the way you danced around a fire and the brightness of your shine.
The way you read with such concentration, and how fast and loudly you would talk about the things you had learned. I think about your excitement to climb and your strength. I guess it feels better to know that you died in the mountains doing what you loved most, but really it doesn’t, because you deserved more life and more adventures…

I think about all of the dreams you had for the future, and how many more things I wish we could do together. I think about how much you loved your friends and your family and @paddyawan.

The words still feel trapped, because how can I bottle your essence into language? You are an ineffable force my sweet sister, and I feel you in the autumn breeze and the cold river dips and the squishy wet moss. You are my ultimate teacher in living. You are my ultimate teacher in growing. I’ll keep seeking you out in the mushroom rich forests and the sage brushes of jtree. I miss you Maya. Thank you for the moments you magical mama, thank you for the rainbows you’ve been showing along the way. I’ll be seeing you, I’ll be loving you 🌈🦋🍄💜 @mayahumeau

My sweetest Maya. It’s been almost 3 weeks since we lost you…three weeks of looking back at memories and photos, while feeling completely lost for words.
Today I tried to pick up my journal for the first time to write about you and this is all I’ve found. I feel so paralyzed, but I’m not sure why. Because there is so much to say when I think of you…When I think of you, I think of your smile, and the silly little whine you made when you were feeling frustrated. I think of cooking food with intention, and the way you would walk with me in the back of a group to look at little plants and mushrooms. I think about the way you danced around a fire and the brightness of your shine.
The way you read with such concentration, and how fast and loudly you would talk about the things you had learned. I think about your excitement to climb and your strength. I guess it feels better to know that you died in the mountains doing what you loved most, but really it doesn’t, because you deserved more life and more adventures…

I think about all of the dreams you had for the future, and how many more things I wish we could do together. I think about how much you loved your friends and your family and @paddyawan.

The words still feel trapped, because how can I bottle your essence into language? You are an ineffable force my sweet sister, and I feel you in the autumn breeze and the cold river dips and the squishy wet moss. You are my ultimate teacher in living. You are my ultimate teacher in growing. I’ll keep seeking you out in the mushroom rich forests and the sage brushes of jtree. I miss you Maya. Thank you for the moments you magical mama, thank you for the rainbows you’ve been showing along the way. I’ll be seeing you, I’ll be loving you 🌈🦋🍄💜 @mayahumeau

My sweetest Maya. It’s been almost 3 weeks since we lost you…three weeks of looking back at memories and photos, while feeling completely lost for words.
Today I tried to pick up my journal for the first time to write about you and this is all I’ve found. I feel so paralyzed, but I’m not sure why. Because there is so much to say when I think of you…When I think of you, I think of your smile, and the silly little whine you made when you were feeling frustrated. I think of cooking food with intention, and the way you would walk with me in the back of a group to look at little plants and mushrooms. I think about the way you danced around a fire and the brightness of your shine.
The way you read with such concentration, and how fast and loudly you would talk about the things you had learned. I think about your excitement to climb and your strength. I guess it feels better to know that you died in the mountains doing what you loved most, but really it doesn’t, because you deserved more life and more adventures…

I think about all of the dreams you had for the future, and how many more things I wish we could do together. I think about how much you loved your friends and your family and @paddyawan.

The words still feel trapped, because how can I bottle your essence into language? You are an ineffable force my sweet sister, and I feel you in the autumn breeze and the cold river dips and the squishy wet moss. You are my ultimate teacher in living. You are my ultimate teacher in growing. I’ll keep seeking you out in the mushroom rich forests and the sage brushes of jtree. I miss you Maya. Thank you for the moments you magical mama, thank you for the rainbows you’ve been showing along the way. I’ll be seeing you, I’ll be loving you 🌈🦋🍄💜 @mayahumeau

My sweetest Maya. It’s been almost 3 weeks since we lost you…three weeks of looking back at memories and photos, while feeling completely lost for words.
Today I tried to pick up my journal for the first time to write about you and this is all I’ve found. I feel so paralyzed, but I’m not sure why. Because there is so much to say when I think of you…When I think of you, I think of your smile, and the silly little whine you made when you were feeling frustrated. I think of cooking food with intention, and the way you would walk with me in the back of a group to look at little plants and mushrooms. I think about the way you danced around a fire and the brightness of your shine.
The way you read with such concentration, and how fast and loudly you would talk about the things you had learned. I think about your excitement to climb and your strength. I guess it feels better to know that you died in the mountains doing what you loved most, but really it doesn’t, because you deserved more life and more adventures…

I think about all of the dreams you had for the future, and how many more things I wish we could do together. I think about how much you loved your friends and your family and @paddyawan.

The words still feel trapped, because how can I bottle your essence into language? You are an ineffable force my sweet sister, and I feel you in the autumn breeze and the cold river dips and the squishy wet moss. You are my ultimate teacher in living. You are my ultimate teacher in growing. I’ll keep seeking you out in the mushroom rich forests and the sage brushes of jtree. I miss you Maya. Thank you for the moments you magical mama, thank you for the rainbows you’ve been showing along the way. I’ll be seeing you, I’ll be loving you 🌈🦋🍄💜 @mayahumeau

My sweetest Maya. It’s been almost 3 weeks since we lost you…three weeks of looking back at memories and photos, while feeling completely lost for words.
Today I tried to pick up my journal for the first time to write about you and this is all I’ve found. I feel so paralyzed, but I’m not sure why. Because there is so much to say when I think of you…When I think of you, I think of your smile, and the silly little whine you made when you were feeling frustrated. I think of cooking food with intention, and the way you would walk with me in the back of a group to look at little plants and mushrooms. I think about the way you danced around a fire and the brightness of your shine.
The way you read with such concentration, and how fast and loudly you would talk about the things you had learned. I think about your excitement to climb and your strength. I guess it feels better to know that you died in the mountains doing what you loved most, but really it doesn’t, because you deserved more life and more adventures…

I think about all of the dreams you had for the future, and how many more things I wish we could do together. I think about how much you loved your friends and your family and @paddyawan.

The words still feel trapped, because how can I bottle your essence into language? You are an ineffable force my sweet sister, and I feel you in the autumn breeze and the cold river dips and the squishy wet moss. You are my ultimate teacher in living. You are my ultimate teacher in growing. I’ll keep seeking you out in the mushroom rich forests and the sage brushes of jtree. I miss you Maya. Thank you for the moments you magical mama, thank you for the rainbows you’ve been showing along the way. I’ll be seeing you, I’ll be loving you 🌈🦋🍄💜 @mayahumeau

My sweetest Maya. It’s been almost 3 weeks since we lost you…three weeks of looking back at memories and photos, while feeling completely lost for words.
Today I tried to pick up my journal for the first time to write about you and this is all I’ve found. I feel so paralyzed, but I’m not sure why. Because there is so much to say when I think of you…When I think of you, I think of your smile, and the silly little whine you made when you were feeling frustrated. I think of cooking food with intention, and the way you would walk with me in the back of a group to look at little plants and mushrooms. I think about the way you danced around a fire and the brightness of your shine.
The way you read with such concentration, and how fast and loudly you would talk about the things you had learned. I think about your excitement to climb and your strength. I guess it feels better to know that you died in the mountains doing what you loved most, but really it doesn’t, because you deserved more life and more adventures…

I think about all of the dreams you had for the future, and how many more things I wish we could do together. I think about how much you loved your friends and your family and @paddyawan.

The words still feel trapped, because how can I bottle your essence into language? You are an ineffable force my sweet sister, and I feel you in the autumn breeze and the cold river dips and the squishy wet moss. You are my ultimate teacher in living. You are my ultimate teacher in growing. I’ll keep seeking you out in the mushroom rich forests and the sage brushes of jtree. I miss you Maya. Thank you for the moments you magical mama, thank you for the rainbows you’ve been showing along the way. I’ll be seeing you, I’ll be loving you 🌈🦋🍄💜 @mayahumeau

My sweetest Maya. It’s been almost 3 weeks since we lost you…three weeks of looking back at memories and photos, while feeling completely lost for words.
Today I tried to pick up my journal for the first time to write about you and this is all I’ve found. I feel so paralyzed, but I’m not sure why. Because there is so much to say when I think of you…When I think of you, I think of your smile, and the silly little whine you made when you were feeling frustrated. I think of cooking food with intention, and the way you would walk with me in the back of a group to look at little plants and mushrooms. I think about the way you danced around a fire and the brightness of your shine.
The way you read with such concentration, and how fast and loudly you would talk about the things you had learned. I think about your excitement to climb and your strength. I guess it feels better to know that you died in the mountains doing what you loved most, but really it doesn’t, because you deserved more life and more adventures…

I think about all of the dreams you had for the future, and how many more things I wish we could do together. I think about how much you loved your friends and your family and @paddyawan.

The words still feel trapped, because how can I bottle your essence into language? You are an ineffable force my sweet sister, and I feel you in the autumn breeze and the cold river dips and the squishy wet moss. You are my ultimate teacher in living. You are my ultimate teacher in growing. I’ll keep seeking you out in the mushroom rich forests and the sage brushes of jtree. I miss you Maya. Thank you for the moments you magical mama, thank you for the rainbows you’ve been showing along the way. I’ll be seeing you, I’ll be loving you 🌈🦋🍄💜 @mayahumeau

My sweetest Maya. It’s been almost 3 weeks since we lost you…three weeks of looking back at memories and photos, while feeling completely lost for words.
Today I tried to pick up my journal for the first time to write about you and this is all I’ve found. I feel so paralyzed, but I’m not sure why. Because there is so much to say when I think of you…When I think of you, I think of your smile, and the silly little whine you made when you were feeling frustrated. I think of cooking food with intention, and the way you would walk with me in the back of a group to look at little plants and mushrooms. I think about the way you danced around a fire and the brightness of your shine.
The way you read with such concentration, and how fast and loudly you would talk about the things you had learned. I think about your excitement to climb and your strength. I guess it feels better to know that you died in the mountains doing what you loved most, but really it doesn’t, because you deserved more life and more adventures…

I think about all of the dreams you had for the future, and how many more things I wish we could do together. I think about how much you loved your friends and your family and @paddyawan.

The words still feel trapped, because how can I bottle your essence into language? You are an ineffable force my sweet sister, and I feel you in the autumn breeze and the cold river dips and the squishy wet moss. You are my ultimate teacher in living. You are my ultimate teacher in growing. I’ll keep seeking you out in the mushroom rich forests and the sage brushes of jtree. I miss you Maya. Thank you for the moments you magical mama, thank you for the rainbows you’ve been showing along the way. I’ll be seeing you, I’ll be loving you 🌈🦋🍄💜 @mayahumeau

My sweetest Maya. It’s been almost 3 weeks since we lost you…three weeks of looking back at memories and photos, while feeling completely lost for words.
Today I tried to pick up my journal for the first time to write about you and this is all I’ve found. I feel so paralyzed, but I’m not sure why. Because there is so much to say when I think of you…When I think of you, I think of your smile, and the silly little whine you made when you were feeling frustrated. I think of cooking food with intention, and the way you would walk with me in the back of a group to look at little plants and mushrooms. I think about the way you danced around a fire and the brightness of your shine.
The way you read with such concentration, and how fast and loudly you would talk about the things you had learned. I think about your excitement to climb and your strength. I guess it feels better to know that you died in the mountains doing what you loved most, but really it doesn’t, because you deserved more life and more adventures…

I think about all of the dreams you had for the future, and how many more things I wish we could do together. I think about how much you loved your friends and your family and @paddyawan.

The words still feel trapped, because how can I bottle your essence into language? You are an ineffable force my sweet sister, and I feel you in the autumn breeze and the cold river dips and the squishy wet moss. You are my ultimate teacher in living. You are my ultimate teacher in growing. I’ll keep seeking you out in the mushroom rich forests and the sage brushes of jtree. I miss you Maya. Thank you for the moments you magical mama, thank you for the rainbows you’ve been showing along the way. I’ll be seeing you, I’ll be loving you 🌈🦋🍄💜 @mayahumeau

Climbing into my thirties like I’m still in my twenties. Cheers to another decade of more adventures, bigger laughs, and harder sends then ever! ✨

Maybe I’ll learn how to drink by my 40s 🥳
#myfirstshotgun

Animal processing days keep me in constant awe. 🩸

Animal processing days keep me in constant awe. 🩸

Animal processing days keep me in constant awe. 🩸

6 months back on the road: Joshua Tree to Bishop to Yosemite—

beautiful places, even more beautiful people, and lots of lessons ✨🦎

6 months back on the road: Joshua Tree to Bishop to Yosemite—

beautiful places, even more beautiful people, and lots of lessons ✨🦎

6 months back on the road: Joshua Tree to Bishop to Yosemite—

beautiful places, even more beautiful people, and lots of lessons ✨🦎

6 months back on the road: Joshua Tree to Bishop to Yosemite—

beautiful places, even more beautiful people, and lots of lessons ✨🦎

6 months back on the road: Joshua Tree to Bishop to Yosemite—

beautiful places, even more beautiful people, and lots of lessons ✨🦎

6 months back on the road: Joshua Tree to Bishop to Yosemite—

beautiful places, even more beautiful people, and lots of lessons ✨🦎

6 months back on the road: Joshua Tree to Bishop to Yosemite—

beautiful places, even more beautiful people, and lots of lessons ✨🦎

6 months back on the road: Joshua Tree to Bishop to Yosemite—

beautiful places, even more beautiful people, and lots of lessons ✨🦎

6 months back on the road: Joshua Tree to Bishop to Yosemite—

beautiful places, even more beautiful people, and lots of lessons ✨🦎

6 months back on the road: Joshua Tree to Bishop to Yosemite—

beautiful places, even more beautiful people, and lots of lessons ✨🦎

Tendrils make me feel things…🌱

Tendrils make me feel things…🌱

Tendrils make me feel things…🌱

Tendrils make me feel things…🌱

Tendrils make me feel things…🌱

Tendrils make me feel things…🌱

Special times with these exceptionally special beings. Here’s to 29 years ✨🌻💕

Special times with these exceptionally special beings. Here’s to 29 years ✨🌻💕

Special times with these exceptionally special beings. Here’s to 29 years ✨🌻💕

Special times with these exceptionally special beings. Here’s to 29 years ✨🌻💕

Special times with these exceptionally special beings. Here’s to 29 years ✨🌻💕

Special times with these exceptionally special beings. Here’s to 29 years ✨🌻💕

Special times with these exceptionally special beings. Here’s to 29 years ✨🌻💕

Special times with these exceptionally special beings. Here’s to 29 years ✨🌻💕

Special times with these exceptionally special beings. Here’s to 29 years ✨🌻💕

Special times with these exceptionally special beings. Here’s to 29 years ✨🌻💕

Previous explorations with some cuties that I love ✨

Previous explorations with some cuties that I love ✨

Previous explorations with some cuties that I love ✨

Previous explorations with some cuties that I love ✨

Previous explorations with some cuties that I love ✨

Previous explorations with some cuties that I love ✨

Previous explorations with some cuties that I love ✨

Previous explorations with some cuties that I love ✨

Previous explorations with some cuties that I love ✨

Previous explorations with some cuties that I love ✨