Beautiful BC - Explored by a 4Runner

Letting go is hard. Especially for me, since I'm nostalgic as the day is long. I hold on, I dig in, I refuse to let go in most situations. I'll suffer silently if it means making someone else happy, until I've had enough and I lose my cool and snap. I've been struggling a lot with the idea of losing social media. It honestly feels like an addiction, not having to scroll aimlessly through the little looking glass. What do you do with the extra hour of your day that isn't spent scrolling? I've started stretching and reading and doing little mini workouts at the end of the day, but I still get sucked into the 2 minute secret check. Instagram was easy to let go of, but Facebook has been the hardest - I want to see the little moments in people's days. I want the satisfaction of knowing what's going on. Letting go of that has been harder than I ever anticipated - so much of our lives and our communication between each other is on social media. Curiously enou...

I sat behind the wheel and stared out at the expanse of ice and snow gathering on the gravel road. The reflection of light glinted off the hood of the truck, and I could see the looming shadow in the snow drifts beside us. Everything was a little blurred as the snow started falling heavier, heavier, heavier until you could barely see 10 ft ahead. My tires spun lazily for a moment, kicking the rear end of the truck sideways before they managed grip and we were rolling forward. Slow and steady, we trailed after the vehicle leading, the tail lights leading me into the darkness like beacons. A moth to a flame, I followed. Without questioning my sanity for some reason. Who else went willingly into the darkness during a snow storm? The ride out was harrowing, bumpy and icy. The trees played tricks on us, leaning and blowing into the wind and away from it. Shaking their snow into the already swirling mass of flakes that coated us in crisp, cold white. In the far distance if you squinted har...

January 17th, 2020. I started the year off with a pledge to rid myself of social media (Facebook, Instagram, Twitter). The constant pressure to post photos, videos, snippets of my personal and public life started to get pretty draining. Years ago, I used to sit and write. Whether it be in a paper journal or using things like Acornpress and Livejournal. Even further back, community boards and good ol' myspace. Those years were mid to late 2000s and I'm definitely a millennial in case you were wondering, ha! One of the hardest things about giving up social media was sacrificing the ability to share my adventures in BC. Being part of social media meant an easy platform to post adventures with the communities I'm part of - specifically the 4x4 scene. So, what better way to fill the void and still share stories and photos? I reopened a blog. I don't promise to be an amazing writer or share things often, but at least I have an out when I feel the need to share my photos a...