Would Survivorman Approve?

Our Camp Every Month challenge continues: we winter-camped two weekends ago! This was my third time ever, and our second time this winter (the first, if you’re being literal, as our first time was in December before the solstice). For the most part, we enjoyed our Saturday-to-Sunday adventure, and learned a few things, as well: Staying…

Yoga Retreat 2: Press Reset

Steve and I have returned from our 1-week retreat to a Mexico beach. The hopes for the trip: to dose up on Vitamin D, rest up and maybe do a few cultural activities. Please recall (or read about it here) that I went on this same retreat one year ago, but didn’t bring along Steve. I had…

Camping in November

It’s been quiet here at arahbahn.com. Almost as quiet as it was at the above campground, last Saturday night! My writing has not been flowing but the activity has been real. Up soon: a post of my recent exploration with mudras. What have I been up to? Camp -and see Cooper- every month We’re up to…

Danktrip 2016

We’ve made it just 3 months into our objective of camping once a month for a whole year, and this time we got WET! Really wet. Ah, this brings me back to some memorable experiences: Take my 5th grade class trip. The recipe included: Olympic peninsula, leaky platform tent, cotton sleeping bag. By morning, the idea of a…

A four-bear trip: Glacier National Park 2016

So, campfires. Burning the small dead branches broke from beneath thick spreading whitebark pine.   a hundred summers snowmelt        rock        and air hiss in a twisted bough.   sierra granite; Mt. Ritter— black rock twice as old.   Deneb, Altair windy fire –Gary Snyder,  1968 from “The Back Country” Just over 10 years ago at our wedding,…

Surf Love: Troncones Lesson Number One

To the immense embarrassment of my brother and sister-in-law, with whom I share a lifelong love of and skill in downhill skiing, I learned how to snowboard, about ten years ago. It’s what you do when you’re a skier who grew up skiing in Washington State, Oregon and Idaho but who now lives in Minnesota….

Summer Camp in January: My First Yoga Retreat

You know that feeling, when you have a lunch date planned with a friend and you’re thoroughly excited about it? As in, you’re about to burst? You’re looking forward to the conversation, the attention, the upcoming re-forged connection, the laughter, the commiseration, the joking about the salad line, the sympathy for the experimental grain-free diet? Yeah,…