Adventure-Inspired Gets a Facelift

A little fisherman on the St. Lawrence River.
You wake up on a Monday morning, crawl out of bed, stretch, feel the soreness and stiffness from your weekend adventures and realize you can't start the day without coffee. But even before the coffee, you can't start the week without checking up on Adventure-Inspired Tales Right? You turn on the ol' computer/iPad/iWhatever and visit http://www.adventure-inspired.com. And, *gasp*, it looks completely different! Again!


I fret over details all the time, even if they don't matter, or can be worked out at a later date. But in the case of this blog, this place I use to share things I care about and adventures I've had with all of you, the fretting is worth it. This little piece of the internet matters, and I want it to be perfect.

My first re-launch on wasn't planned. The details hadn't been entirely vetted. It was rushed. I was nervous. But it was necessary. I didn't have a choice. So I found a design I liked, tweaked it, and launched.

Now that I've had some time to work more with the layout, I realized there were certain things about it I wanted to change to make it more functional. I'd received feedback about a couple of things readers were having trouble with, and I wanted to make it better.  I fretted over the thought of re-launching again less than two months later. But if I've learned nothing else these days, it's that there are some things I can control, and some things I can. If something I can control needs to be changed, I need to change it.

So, based on reader feedback and my own thoughts about how to improve Adventure-Inspired, here's what's new:
  • Link to comments at the top of each post under the title
  • Opportunities to share the post via twitter, facebook, email, and every other possible form of communication (no carrier pigeons)
  • Right-hand navigation
  • Modified text size and color
Hope you continue to enjoy what I've got to say, and thanks for being patient with me! I just might make a few more little changes, who knows? I'm never satisfied.

How Colorado Stole My Heart, Part II - The Outdoors

As I mentioned before, two aspects of my long weekend in Colorado deserve their own posts, and this is the second of the two - my experiences outdoors. Between a 14,265' 14er and beautiful Bear Peak, I got my fill of beautiful mountains and banked a number of important lessons!

At the trailhead, Alec leading the way.
Quandary Peak, East Ridge - 14,265'
Less than 24 hours after I arrived, Alec and I were en route to the East Ridge route up Quandary Peak. Quandary ranks 13th among the 14ers in Colorado at 14,265', and is the tallest peak in the Tenmile Range. The East Ridge trail begins at 10,805' and covers just under 7 miles round trip. The trail head was already 4,000 ' higher than I'd ever been. It was a formidable task for my first full day in the mountains, but I was more than up for the challenge!

After the two hour drive from Boulder, we arrived to find what seemed like hundreds of cars lining the dirt road and overflowing from the small parking lot. That's the beauty and the curse of being in a place where playing outside is everyone's favorite past time; there'll never be a shortage of company on the easily accessible trails!


The weather couldn't have been more perfect. From the top, we had clear views of Atlantic Peak and Fletcher Mountain along with a handful of deep blue lakes. The eastern slope still had a bit of snow on it, too! I'm glad it was my first 14er.

...the Altitude
Being at altitude, generally considered over 8,000', affects every person differently. As this article describes, "the concentration of oxygen at sea level is about 21% and the barometric pressure averages 760 mmHg. As altitude increases, the concentration remains the same but the number of oxygen molecules per breath is reduced. At 12,000 feet (3,658 meters) the barometric pressure is only 483 mmHg, so there are roughly 40% fewer oxygen molecules per breath." Acute Mountain Sickness (AMS) can plague even the fittest athletes while some are unaffected, especially when given proper time to acclimatize. Our bodies are remarkably efficient at adapting. We will actually produce more red blood cells to carry oxygen through the blood, and undergo other changes to help adapt.

I didn't expect to have an easy time with it and tried to stay keenly aware of what my body was telling me. The hardest part was trying to figure out if, at any point, the way I felt actually dangerous because I'd never felt any of the symptoms before. To my surprise, I was completely out of breath no more than ten steps into the hike. It was strange to feel winded without having gone anywhere! My pace was normal at the beginning of the day, but slowed considerably the higher we went.

All I could think about was how with every step I took, I was up higher than I'd ever been before, and hanging on to that feeling was what got me to the summit. I teared up at one point, thinking about how incredible it was to be so high! By the time the summit came into view, I had started a process where I'd count 30 steps and pausing to catch my breath over and over. I was nauseous at the top, but two and a half hours after starting, I was ecstatic to be standing at 14,265'!

The descent was downright painful. My feet felt heavy, I was dizzy, and by the time we reached the car at 10,850' I'd developed a migraine. Thankfully, the medicine I typically take for them did the trick. We packed up the car and drove another two hours through Buena Vista and into the San Isabel National Forest to spend the night at 10,000' before planning to attempt Huron (14,003') the next day.

We set up camp just outside of a the small "ghost town" of Winfield, but by 8pm I decided we needed to head down. I wasn't recovering as quickly as I was comfortable with and as a result of being lackadaisical about sunscreen application, I'd developed a pretty awful sunburn. So we reluctantly packed everything up and drove back to the comfort of 5,400' in Boulder.

Bear Peak -
The next morning, I'd recovered enough for a hike, but at lower elevation. Alec chose Bear Peak, which had been among Amy's recommendations for our weekend. Just a mile up the road from Boulder, the trail ascends up a beautiful wooded canyon to the summit. With a little hand over hand scrambling, we made it to a perch that overlooked Boulder to the east and a dark cloud covered Long's Peak to the west.

This day was a struggle for me as well. Despite having to gain less than 3,000' over the course of the day, the 7-mile hike in long sleeves and pants to protect my sun scorched skin in 90-degree heat really took it out of me. I assumed I was still recovering from the day before as well. But as always, the views from the top made the journey well worth it!

And the All-Important Lessons

Build in Time to Acclimatize
- I went up to 14,265' 24 hours after coming from sea level, which essentially goes against everything I'd learned about preparing for a high altitude climb. I didn't give my body any time to adjust, and paid the price. If we'd done Bear Peak the first day, then driven to the base of Huron to sleep, I might have fared better.

Don't be Lazy About Sunscreen - Between the excitement and frenzy of packing up to go, I didn't pay nearly enough attention to protecting my skin. It's finally beginning to heal, but I could've avoided all of it with a little more patience.

Eat and Drink A LOT
- I thought I did a decent job of drinking enough water and electrolyte-enhanced beverages, but I didn't pay much attention to what I was eating. One of the things Tiffany told me she'd learned was to eat and drink every time you stop, at least every hour. It definitely helps with the last bits of the ascent!

Climbing at Altitude is Pretty Uncomfortable - I already knew this, but now know first hand exactly what it feels like. That was a big part of the reason for the trip; I wanted to experience the discomfort and learn how to overcome it. It's all just part of the sport. I found that focusing on myself, on each step, and keeping positive thoughts in my head made a huge difference.

Give Yourself a Break - All of these mistakes aside, this was a learning experience. I went to Colorado to learn. And boy did I. But I'm a perfectionist and don't let myself off the hook easily. After going at what I felt like was a snail's pace, not recovering fast enough, and skipping the second 14er we had planned, I felt like I'd let myself down. I struggled a lot with feelings of inadequacy. But instead of beating myself up about it, I needed to take a step back and realize what I was able to accomplish.

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As the title of this post suggests, I had an absolutely amazing time exploring Colorado's outdoors, and learned so much over the course of the four days I was there. I love how playing outside is a lifestyle there, and how many people embrace it. I'm depositing the memories and lessons into my memory bank for Rainier, and for the rest of my adventures!

How Colorado Stole My Heart, Part I - The People

When I started thinking about how to sum up my long weekend in Colorado, the summary split itself into two parts - the people and the outdoors. I was able to meet and spend time with some amazing folks, all of whom deserve their own post. And my experiences on the trails deserves its own post too, with plenty of room for reflecting on what I learned. So, here's Part I in the two part series about how Colorado Stole My Heart.

Standing in the doorway to BCM HQ. Photo by Alec Campbell.
Big City Mountaineers!
My first stop in Colorado was a place I'd been dreaming about visiting since I signed up to climb Mount Rainier - Big City Mountaineers Headquarters. Friend Alec and I arrived just in time to see a group of enthusiastic young men filling their Jansport backpacks with gear while their guides and mentors looked on. We watched from the doorway of the nearby gear shed, which was full of fun stuff from Keen, Mountain Hardwear, Merrell, and many other sponsoring companies. The basement of the beautiful little house near City Park was as full of gear and clothes, all meticulously sorted, like a little haven for the stuff (gear) dreams are made of.

Being able to see where the BCM magic happens was inspiring. The organization itself was founded by and is staffed by such passionate, friendly people, especially Brendan Leonard, Hillary Harding, and Elizabeth Williams. The enthusiasm in the office was almost tangible. Photos of past trips, maps, bookshelves full of guides, and BCM flags dotted the walls, all a testament to what BCM can do and has done for under resourced kids.

As a Summit for Someone climber, there couldn't have been a better way to truly connect with what I've been fund raising for than to meet the people who really make everything happen at their home base. I really began to feel as though the Rainier climb I'm doing in August means something. It's more than just me getting to the top and testing my own limits, it's about others having the chance to test theirs. And I knew all of this, there was just something special about seeing it all happen in front of me. Something really special. It was the perfect start to my Colorado adventure. A big thanks to Brendan and Elizabeth for the tour and the chat!

BoulderDinnerTweetup
As it turns out, a lot of really awesome people live in and around Boulder. Big surprise, right? The best part - a bunch of 'em are on Twitter, and we've all been "talking" for months. Any time I have a chance to get face time with people I've "met" on twitter, I have to take it. These friends write blogs, run businesses, go on amazing adventures, kick ass and take names on a daily basis. I couldn't wait.

We all met for dinner and beer Boulder-style at Southern Sun thanks to Amy's suggestion. And by "we all," I mean Amy, Bracken, Tali, Ben, Erika, and Josh. I spent the night with a giant smile on my face and feeling as though I was being reunited with a group of my best friends I never get to see. It never ceases to amaze me how a group of people who've met on the interwebz, essentially strangers before twitter, are able to converse and meld together so easily.

The food was pretty darn good too. I've been told I absolutely have to go back and try the tempeh reuben, which I'll add to my mile-long list of reasons to return.

Photo by Bracken Christensen. From left around the table -
Josh, Sarah, Tali, Erika, the author, Amy, and Alec.

New and Old Friends
...and Idols
After a long weekend of hiking, sunburns and altitude sickness, I couldn't wait to visit Pearl Street in Boulder for dinner at The Kitchen. Alec, my host and hiking partner for the weekend, happened to have met one of the women I admire most in the climbing community in his four weeks in town - Majka Burhardt - and worked with her to organize a dinner for all us.

Friends Alec and Helen, Majka Burhardt and me!
Majka is an incredibly strong, driven and enthusiastic woman with an anthropology degree from Princeton, an MFA in creative writing, and was among the first five women to earn American Mountain Guide Association certification. I bought and read her first book this past year and have followed her blog since then, admiring her determination and strength through all she's experienced. And earlier this week, this lucky girl got to have dinner with her.

As I learn and grow as an outdoorswoman, I'm always looking for guidance from other ladies who've accomplished incredible feats and are making big waves in the community I'm excited to be a part of. I'm still fearful, cautious, and very much in need of encouragement when it comes to things I've never done before, like Rainier, and things I have, like rock climbing.

Majka had words of wisdom about careers, life, and dealing with the altitude sickness symptoms I'd experienced on Quandary Peak a few days before. Her words were comforting and encouraging, spoken with a strength that only comes from knowledge, experience and being a #badassclimbergirl. But, like normal people, we also all spent a while talking about how great the food was, how people living in Denver and Boulder differ, and ganging up on Alec! Although, between Helen, Majka and myself, I think he did pretty well for dinner companions :)


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I couldn't have asked for a more incredible group of human beings to spend time with this weekend, and look forward to many chances to see them again in the future!

Why I Buy - What's Your Value Proposition?

The business and retail side of the outdoor industry fascinates me, both because I'm one of the best customers they'll ever have and it's an incredibly complex industry. I had the opportunity to able to mull over what influences my outdoor gear and clothing purchasing decisions thanks to Pemba Serves, and write about it!
"We in the #OIBIZ spend a lot of time trying to figure out what makes outdoor customers and influencers tick. There are charts and graphs with consultants to carry them around, many of them with big degrees and big data-sets with lots of numbers. We thought that we might try a simpler, more straight-forward solution: We asked an influencer,”Why do you buy?” It seems we struck a nerve, as we got such a good response to our first post we decided to do it again. Here’s this week’s post from our Tweep Katie Levy, and we’ll let her tell us all about it…"
Read on for my list of value influencers here!

"Excuses, Excuses!" and Turning 'em Around

Amy did it again. She wrote about something I've been ignoring and made me think. She called me out, saying everyone has excuses they use for not working out. And she's right, I sure do. After taking a good, hard look in the proverbial mirror, I've got a whopping list of them. But most importantly, Amy's got this crazy idea that having excuses, knowing them and knowing how to deal with them, can actually help us all get motivated. As it turns out, she's right.

So, here are my excuses, out for the world to see. To help me understand where they come from, I've organized them into categories and began trying to figure out what I've done to get rid of them, and what I still need to work on.

Getting up and getting out is fun, see??
My Excuses
  1. I'm really tired from (a) being at work all day (b) staying up too late (c) yesterday's workout(s).
  2. I can't imagine any activity that will actually keep my attention for more than 10 minutes.
  3. I don't want to go by myself.
  4. I don't want to go with other people.
  5. It's going to be really hard and painful.
  6. One day really doesn't make that big of a difference.
  7. It's way too hot/cold/rainy/sunny outside and I'm going to be uncomfortable.
  8. I ate too much and need to digest before I do anything.
  9. I need to eat first, I don't have any energy.
  10. I'm going to feel like I shouldn't be as tired as I am/breathing as hard as I am during the workout.
  11. People will judge me based on how hard it looks like I'm working and they'll think I'm out of shape.
  12. I won't be as good or as strong as everyone else or as strong as I think I should be.
  13. I just don't feel like it.
  14. I deserve a break/rest day.
  15. I need to stop letting workouts take priority over my social life. My friends think I'm insane.
Worrying about what other people think - 4, 10, 11, 12, 15
To some degree, we all care about what other people think, and it's easy to get wrapped up in worrying about how we're perceived. I worry about looking out of shape because I think I'm supposed to be in shape. I worry about how I'll be judged if I'm huffing and puffing up a trail, even if I'm carrying 40 pounds of training weight. I worry I'll lose all of my social opportunities if I keep saying no to booze in favor of sweating for an hour in spin class.

But the reality is, I doubt everyone at the gym is looking at me and deciding whether I'm in shape or not. I doubt people notice whether I'm huffing or puffing up the trails, and even if they do, who cares? And won't I huff and puff less in the future if I train more? I've discovered if I surround myself with people who are passionate about their goals (these amazing ladies), it's easy to stop worrying about everyone else!

Wearing the lazypants
- 1, 2, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 13
The lazypants. I imagine them as a pair of old, torn, stained sweats. Maybe faded, ripped up, too-short jeans with a hole in the crotch. They're pants you put on when you're out of clean clothes, or when you don't expect to meet another living thing in the world.

The excuses that fall into this category show nothing more than a lack of motivation. If I'm motivated, I'll plan my day, including food, around what will help me get my workouts done. I'm really talented at talking myself out of things, and am working on learning to talk myself into things. I think, "it won't be that bad, and you'll feel SO much better if you just get up and go! It'll make the next session feel easier." And I'm usually right.

Glaring manifestations of fear - all of them, but especially 3, 4, 5, 13
Fear exists in the future and only applies to things that haven't happened yet. So what's the big deal? Fear might be based on past experience, but can also be based on nonsensical visions of what might happen. My list of excuses shows me I'm afraid of a lot, and some of my fears are entirely ungrounded and meaningless. They're also self-defeating; how is being afraid of pain at the gym going to prepare me for something like Rainier?

To cope with my fear of what people think, working out alone or in nonthreatening, familiar environments makes a huge difference. Being alone also gives me time to pay attention to my thoughts and redirect them if necessary. To cope with my fear of pain, I don't give myself time to think about it. To cope with feelings of inadequacy, I remind myself of the things I've accomplished and how hard I worked to get there. I remind myself that it's possible, and to cut myself a break.

Could actually be legit - 1, 14
...and then there are excuses that might actually be real reasons to take a day off. A huge part of training is building in rest and recovery periods. It's about listening to your body. It's about discerning between your muscles telling you they need a break and the lazy talk, or the fear. And those voices will sound different to everyone. I've found learning to know myself, my limits and how they evolve is essential. But if I'm thinking about allowing myself a rest day because I stayed up too late, well, that falls into the Lazypants category.

And as with any decision, I've got to accept the consequences.


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Amy, thank you for continuing to find ways to help me learn about myself! Check her out at http://www.expandoutdoors.com/

Catoctin Mountain Park, Fun and Fireworks

This 4th of July marked the 234th anniversary of the adoption of the Declaration of Independence. In the spirit of freedom and independence, I spent the weekend partaking in as many traditional American holiday weekend festivities as I could.

After a stop at REI CoOp in Conshocken on Saturday, we drove to Maryland for a 4th of July party hosted by Aleya and her housemates. It was the first time I'd met Patrick Gensel of Camp the Summit in person, and as has been the case with most other twitter folk I've met in real life, we all got along splendidly. We all spent the night talking about climbing, hiking, and big plans to move far far away and into the mountains. Oh, and a game of Corn Hole, (a much too serious website with way too much info about the game), complete with trash talking and occasionally throwing the bean bags at each other.

After saying our "see-you-next-times," Dan and I drove to Camp Misty Mount in Catoctin Mountain Park and spent the night in one of their 4-bed cabins. The park itself is small and only 60 miles from Washington DC. We were surprised to find a number of empty cabins on a holiday weekend. I never went to overnight summer camp as a kid, but if I had, I can imagine this cabin is exactly what my accommodations might have looked like. The rectangular cabin sat on stilts built into the edge of a hill, and housed four cots with plastic covered mattresses. Modest accommodations without a doubt, but I could hardly contain my excitement when I opened the door.

Our aim was to get an early start Sunday on what was supposed to be, according to trails.com, an 11 mile hike with 2200' of elevation gain. We picked up a map at the Visitors Center and set out, following the trail outlined in pink below. The park has a great, albeit small, trail system with a significant amount of flexibility. Most of the trails are unmarked, but wide and easy to follow. The route we took began at the Visitors Center encompassed most of what the park has to offer, including Chimney Rock, Wolf Rock, Thurmont Vista, Blue Ridge Summit Overlook, and Hog Rock.

Chimney Rock provided a beautiful vista and a neat formation with giant seemingly never-ending deep crevices in the rock. We'd read that Wolf Rock was supposed to have some climbing, but nothing too significant. I wouldn't drive from Philadelphia to climb there, but the quartzite formation looked like it would've been fun to play on if we'd brought our rope. By the time we passed Blue Ridge Summit Overlook and Hog Rock, it was pretty hot out and we'd taken in as much of the views as we needed to.


When we got back to the Visitors Center, we'd hiked 8 miles in 4 hours and only gained 1500'. (Map above from nps.gov) It wasn't quite what I'd hoped for training purposes, and it seemed the only way you could achieve a gain of 2200' without looping the route would be to hike literally every trail in the park. It might not have been perfect for Rainier training, but it is a great place for a light hike, and a great place for families. My favorite part of the day was running into the family staying in the cabin next to us on the trail. They had three very young children with them, and the father led the way with the youngest, who couldn't have been more than three years old. It gives me hope for future generations and their connection with nature when parents make a concerted effort to get kids on the trails, no matter their age.

A two and a half hour drive brought us back to Philly and 100ยบ temperatures, which it sounds like we'll have to get used to for the foreseeable future (photo by JP). Thanks to twitter, Cornell swimming buddy Jessica Brookman of One Girl No Diet and her beau attended friend Kurt's annual fireworks viewing party with us, which almost completed the weekend's festivities. After staying up way past our bedtime, Dan and I slept in and went to the 'burbs for lunch with friends, shopped at Target, and passed out before 10 Monday night. Holiday weekend - done and done!