Friends for 26ish years.

My memory is always a little rusty… This is my general remembrance of times gone by.  I don’t know why I started thinking about all of this today, but it put a smile on my face anyway.

When I was a kid my best friend and I would walk around and plan our lives together.  I wanted to be an architect and she wanted to work with animals.  We would live together, have lots of land, and everything would be awesome.  We didn’t even think to complicate things with love, sex, or money – we may have been too young to fully grasp all of that or just didn’t care enough to factor it in.  The purity of a childhood fantasy is something I miss so dearly.  I had a computer program (before they were called apps) that I could design floor plans with and I created our sprawling home and work space.  I used JCPenney and Spiegel magazines to pick out decor and furnishings and we often discussed places to build this dream.  We would walk or ride our bikes down the road from my house, and we found this giant valley that would suit us just fine.  The valley had a pasture, a field for a garden, a forest, and a long driveway.  The spot couldn’t be seen from the road and would provide ample privacy from neighbors.  I worked through several plans for the house, consulting my best friend as often as possible (this was before internet and cell phones) and I even designed a separate building for office/work space.  Man, we were creative and ambitious back then.  I believe, but can’t be 100%, that we sneakily rode our bikes down there to get a better look one day which really cemented everything in place.

The year before my best friend moved, we came up with this wild idea to own a theme park/zoo type thing.  It would be called “The Wild” and we found an island in Hawaii, on Encarta Encyclopedia, to build on just off the mainland.  We designed hotels right down to the font on the sign, styles/themes, and prices.  We designed the wide open spaces and I think we even made it part of our art class project.  It was a crazy idea, but one we loved to work on – an escape perhaps?  I know we wanted animals, but I can’t recall if we wanted a giant free for all type of place with regions or if we wanted a zoo-like setting.  Either way, it was a big idea that two middle school kids dreamed up.  We made brochures, signs, informative sheets, and so much more.  What fun that was…

I can remember back to the beginning of my friendship with Kara, but I can’t remember everything exactly that first year.  Over the earlier years, I know we both wanted to live in Arizona at one point, used to be obsessed with Australia, and we always had affection for Disney movies.  We found our parents pot while ice fishing, and knew what it was because of DARE class, we filmed movies with no camera or script out at her grandparent’s beach house, and we had imaginations that made our less than perfect lives much better for a few minutes every time we hung out.  Over the years, our families were friends and thus we were able to spend a lot of time together.  I saw my first movie in theaters with them and had my first Taco Bell with them – both were big deals because those didn’t exist in our tiny town and her mom took us to the next big town.  Kara and I bowled together forever on the youth league and would get hyped up on Josta and Surge soda pop and annoy the hell out of the adults.  Our friendship was never 100% peaceful – we were both a little stubborn and we weren’t immune to fighting – but we made up.

When she moved, we didn’t really keep in too close of contact through Jr-Sr high school, but once college hit communication started flowing a lot more.  Eventually we’d talk on the phone forever, have random visits and hang outs, and instant messaging.  Our favorite thing to do though, I must speak for both of us on this, was visiting Aunt Mary in Cleveland.  We would get in the car, listen to stupid music, make signs to flash at other cars, and drive through the night to get to Ohio.  We’d get our favorite smoothies, visit toy stores and other niche stores, and enjoy a weekend with someone who is one of the most genuine people I know to this day.

These days, we don’t see much of each other, but we’re in touch at least weekly.  Looking back on these moments and analyzing our time together has really made me realize she is the only person that may know almost everything about me.  Thinking back to our big ideas and wild spirits, I’m sort of mildly invigorated.  I know that old me is still in there, under the bills, jobs, adult responsibilities, and general bullshit of life.  Here’s to hoping we can all find a little spark within to keep fighting the big fight.


Bonus, I just remembered we were the junior bridesmaid and groomsman at my aunt’s totally 90s wedding in 1995.  Big poofy pink dresses/tuxes with cumber buns, white limos, and we had to leave the reception by 8pm to a babysitter named Rachel? I don’t even remember.


Seeing can mean believing.

**Seeing can mean believing… more of my opinions on inclusiveness in the parks.**

I know some people who have gone to National Parks.  They have seen the majestic beauty, right along side me, and have proclaimed how beautiful it was aloud.  These same friends, they don’t really go to National Parks that often or at all anymore which is okay.  These people saw the beauty, believe in the beauty, and will remember the beauty of these wonderful places forever.  THIS IS IMPORTANT.

A National Park may not be their family vacation destination every time, but they may return someday.  These people understand the importance, value, and impact these places have on the general population.  They get it – because they’ve been there.  Because these people have been there, they get why it’s important to protect and fund these places.  These people then connect National Parks and the preservation ideals to other natural areas that need preservation.  It can build.

Visiting a National Park, once or twice, has left an impression on these people.  Will they return? Maybe.  Will they remember the good times there and what those parks stand for? Definitely.  It just takes one time, even if nature isn’t their thing, for someone to fall in love with the idea of National Parks, Monuments, Forests, etc.

Plant the seed and see what grows.  We need to continue to get people of all areas of life/status/etc to these place to see for themselves – maybe only once.  Maybe it isn’t their thing, but maybe it is.  Even if it isn’t their thing, they’ll remember the trip and could see how important these places are for our country.


Vivid Memories.

It’s amazing to me that I can remember so much from such a brief visit to a National Park.  I was thinking back to my first trip to Death Valley National Park today and I can remember it all like we drove through yesterday.  I remember the Devil’s Golf Course, Badwater Basin, and Stovepipe Wells.  I remember hugging my first redwood just days prior up in Redwood National Park.  A year later, I was camping in Arches National Park after an edge-of-your-seat drive through a blizzard in the Rockies on the way there.  I remember the trails we hiked to go see the various arches and landscape views as well as the campsite and the view from the tent.  I remember it being something like 11 degrees and very windy with some icy spots on the trails – and a funny sign warning of falling on ice.  I remember the BLM land on the Loneliest Road in America – US 50 – and the campsite there with snow.  We pitched the tent, dug a trench to divert any melting snow, and made a fire.  That night, the sky was so clear and full of stars.  You could see US 50 for miles, and in that one night I only remember seeing two cars in the distance.

I remember something from each visit to Redwood National Park and I remember our brief drive through Olympic National Park.  I remember the moss growing on the old wood – making everything pop with green.  I can’t recall a more worthwhile hike than the one Delicate Arch, despite not really knowing much about where we were going.  I can still picture Bryce Canyon, covered in snow, from Inspiration Point.  The hoodoos poking through massive snow drifts below is a sight forever burned into my brain.  Snow melting, muddy trails, and the spray of waterfalls in Zion in the early spring only make me want to return.

I could go on, and on, about things I remember without even a picture to trigger it.  I have so many memories from trips to National Parks.  I’ve experienced visits as brief as a drive through with stops at scenic lookouts to camping overnight.  The experience doesn’t matter, as long as it happens.  If we get people that may not be able to or people that don’t really know too much about the parks to the parks, they may have these little memories to hold on to and may be more inclined to help preserve them.  If people can develop memories or find meaning in these places, they may be more willing to join the fight to fund, protect, and expand them.  We must continue to fight to get EVERYONE out to the parks.  We must continue to fight the current administration and their desire to shrink, drill in, and/or eliminate these places.  Together, through collective thoughts and actions we can make these parks accessible to all people and create new ones for the future while securing proper funding.  I believe it is possible, do you?

I fell in love with public lands in 2009.

**Disclaimer: This is a blog entry I’ve put together describing how I fell in love with our public lands and where I think we need to go with them.  I don’t claim to be an expert and this blog entry is strictly my opinion.  My ideas are my own and are subject to change with conversations, education, and experience.  Thank you.**

Late Bloomer.

If we go back to my first National Park, it would be Sleeping Bear Dunes National Lakeshore or Pictured Rocks National Lakeshore.  I am almost sure I went to both as a teenager, with my grandparents, because my parents never took us anywhere out of the county – because of work, money, and time.  I grew up far away from the beauty that was Rainier, Yosemite, Yellowstone, or Rocky Mountain.  I knew not of these places until high school, but really not until college and beyond.  I’ve always had nature, just not public nature.  We had a couple hundred acres to roam, ample state land in Michigan, and plenty of friends with land.  I never really grasped the concept of National Parks, designated wilderness, or the like until college.  I took a course in wildlife management, learned a lot, and within the next few years visited some national parks.  I had student loan money, so I was invincible.  Not really, but it paid the tuition/rent and I had a few bucks left over for a spring break road trip.  I don’t advise on having a few bucks left over – borrow only what is necessary.  I do, however, advise saving hard-earned money for a spring break road trip that isn’t to some beach somewhere.  Traditional spring breaks did not appeal to me – but a road trip with my buds to places people weren’t going sounded amazing.

In 2007, my two friends and I, set out on that spring break road trip driving from Grand Rapids, Michigan to Denver and through the Rockies and beyond.  We went right past Rocky Mountain National Park and visited a friend in Grand Junction, Colorado.  We drove down through Utah, right past the Arches and Canyonlands, and onward to Texas.  We drove past EVERYTHING because we didn’t know much about it and one of us wasn’t into the outdoors.  The next year, my outdoor friend and I insisted on a better, more thoughtful trip that included national parks.  We went from Grand Rapids to Seattle, down to Redwoods NP, and onward to Death Valley.  We saw two parks the entire trip – which was better than nothing for us;  we had to compromise for time and interest of the parties involved.  I mean, forget that we drove right by Badlands, North Cascades, Olympic, Crater Lake, Yosemite, Grand Canyon, and Petrified Forest.  If 2017 me went back to 2008, I’d punch myself in the face for being so dumb.  Anyway…

In 2009, my buddy and I drove out to Arches and camped – determined to see more of our public lands this year.  We traveled onward to some BLM land in Nevada and then over to the Redwoods.  Up the coast, we went to the Olympic Peninsula – which was pure magic.  Saw more, stopped more, spent more time on public lands – really understanding what they were now and what they meant to me.  This trip was the one that really cemented how important these places were.  When 2010 came around, and we were half in college, half not sure what life was all about, half employed, we naturally decided to go to Vegas in the spring.  Sin City was exciting, but I feel the real excitement was about the road trip to various national parks.  We hiked in Death Valley, saw the sights from high to low, and I saw how big that place really was.  From there, we went to Capitol Reef, Arches, and Zion before flying back to Michigan.  If 2009 cemented it, 2010 sealed that cement.  I was in love with our national parks.

In 2011, after moving to Texas I met a new friend and we went to the North Rim of the Grand Canyon in October.  It is hard to put into words how I felt about the views, the yellow leaves, and the crisp air.  In love?  Probably.  2012 brought a revival of the random road trip with my outdoor buddy (since he moved to Texas) and we ended up in Tucson at Saguaro NP.  2013 Included Carlsbad Caverns, Arches again, and the Grand Canyon South Rim.  In 2014, we went to Big Bend in January and Rocky Mountain NP in August.  In 2015, my other half and I took our friend on a road trip to Petrified Forest, Grand Canyon, and Zion.  Later in 2015, we went to the Arch in St. Louis.  In 2016 I made my return to Sleeping Bear Dunes National Lakeshore with visits to Redwoods, Oregon Caves, Point Reyes, and Golden Gate.  This year, we’ve visited Kenai Fjords, Redwoods again, and Sequoia/Kings Canyon.  It’s true love.

In the past few years, I’ve spent more time exploring public lands than I had my whole entire previous existence.  I’ve hiked in national forests, visited the parks mentioned above, and have plans for so visiting so many more public lands.  I was lucky to find the parks in 2008 and luckier now because I can afford to visit more frequently.  The more I visit, the more I love these places and value their existence.  The more I visit, the more I want to fight to keep them public.  The more I visit, the more I see that they may be all of ours, but they’re really not available to everyone.  The more I visit, the more I want to use my privilege to open these parks to those who have never visited or can’t visit due to distance, cost, or any combination of reasons.  I can’t imagine the level of passion and devotion I’d have if I’d been visiting these parks since I was a kid.  It is absolutely VITAL that youth of all backgrounds, socioeconomic levels, and age groups be exposed to (and educated about) these places.  Maybe these lands are not for everyone, but maybe a few of them will grow up to protect, love, and fight for them.  We need to work to include everyone in the outdoor world.  We need to diversify the DOI and hire people from all walks of life.  We need to designate more parks/monuments/etc in more places representing the spectrum of Americans that exist.

I’m not sure quite how to accomplish the tasks at hand, but I’ve decided a vital step is to find a way to get more people involved and interested in our public lands.  I need to immerse myself in projects, organizations, and maybe even a career shift to building a diverse following for our public lands.  It may be a new love, but it’s a true love.  I feel as though I’ve finally found my place in this fight to make sure our public lands are open to all and I’m determined to make a difference.

You can always find somewhere to hike.

Earlier this week, one of my favorite people that I’ve never met based solely on photos and brief interactions, posted a lovely photo and some words on Twitter basically saying that despite not being able to get to the mountains due to life being busy at times, he was thankful to have local trails and preserves to enjoy between mountain visits.  And damn, if that doesn’t speak to my life goal, I don’t know what does.  Never stop exploring, appreciate what is around you, make the best of every situation, and learn to love where you live.

Where I live in Texas (Dallas-Fort Worth metro area) isn’t the prettiest, to me, in terms of natural landscapes but it does have a few redeeming qualities.  First, I’m thankful for local parks in the DFW metro area – they serve the purpose of partially escaping and disconnecting.  Second, I’m fortunate enough to have several worthwhile places that are within a few hours of the metro area by car – within Texas, up to Oklahoma, and up and over to Arkansas.  Third, If I’m feeling adventurous, I am lucky to have an array of majestic places within 12 hours by car that include mountains, forests, desert landscapes, and flowing water.  DFW is a hub for American, which gets me across this great nation at a reasonable rate with many nonstop options.  Dallas is a hub for Southwest, which includes two checked bags for gear, and they’re always offering reasonable rates to many of my favorite destinations.  I feel lucky.  While Texas isn’t my favorite place (and hopefully not my final destination), I am going to continue to embrace the positive aspects and make the most of it while I’m here.

My journey on 52 Hikes With Mike has been about embracing where I live and taking as much of it in as I can.  By participating in the hiking challenge, I managed to branch out and actually learn about the outdoor culture in my area and beyond.  It has awakened a part of me that went dormant years ago and connected me with many like-minded people in just the nine short months so far.  Here’s to many more miles and seeing more trees than people!

Six years already? Really?

Six years ago, to the day, I packed up my 1994 Chrysler LHS and set my GPS for Texas.  In a visit one year before the day I left, I had met a bunch of fun people and was told that Texas held plenty of job opportunities for me.  Over the year, I kept applying for jobs in all over the country.  I received rejections from every state, Australia, Canada, and Europe.  So, when 2011 rolled around, I decided to put in for a transfer within Best Buy, get a Texas area code, and just move in with my family until I found something down there.  I was 26, up to my eyes in debts of all kinds, and had nothing to lose in moving south.  I wasn’t even sure after packing my car that it would make it.  I didn’t have a dime to my name so my uncle loaned me $175 bucks to drive down.  I had no credit cards, no extra cash, and no backup plan.  My friend hopped in the passenger seat and away we went.  We made it to Texas on March 31, and I didn’t have to start work til the first full week in April.  It cost me $125 of the money, including food to move to Texas.  My old clunker cruised comfortably the entire way, and we made it without any issues at all.

In six years, I have learned many things.  Those fun people I met in my earlier visit turned out to be anything but fun and the opportunities I had were only if you knew someone.  In late 2011, my old roommate and best friend moved to Houston to pursue a career he said he’d never do but was too broke to say no.  By then, I was also working in an industry I had never intended and was just glad he would be closer than Michigan.  I started as a Best Buy transfer and quickly moved on to work for the same company for the better part of five years.  A sudden layoff sent me back a step and then a giant push forward to where I am now.  I sit here, six years later, appreciative of the family that didn’t even hesitate to open their home to me when I so desperately needed a hand.  I sit here thankful for the jobs I held, and the one I have, in getting me on track financially and saving me from the mountains of debt that started forming.  I am thankful for the people I have met in Texas, even those that turned out to be terrible and taught me a lesson in a way.  I sit here, six years later, still missing my dearest Michigan friends and family knowing I changed the dynamic by abruptly moving away.

In the six years I’ve been in Texas, I have… met my better half, adopted a dog and a cat, moved at least 5 times, met at least four people I could call friendly, met more than two handfuls of people I wish to never see again, and learned how to drive very aggressive/defensively.  Living in Texas brought to realization that I took the people and scenic beauty of Michigan for granted.  I didn’t love it and them hard enough when I was there.  I look at where I am now, a city dwelling thirty-something craving nature, and think I could have been hiking every evening in Michigan without driving more than a half hour.  I could have been cross-country skiing all winter and camping all summer.  But, when I was there, I wasn’t in a place to be doing these things – I wasn’t there mentally.  In Michigan I was depressed, angry, bitter, and avoiding all responsibility because I had fucked my life up and didn’t know how to fix it.  As much as I’ve grown to despise many people here and despite my need to move away, my initial move to to Texas saved me from myself and whatever extremely unhealthy choices I was making at the time.  Now, I’m not saying it’s all because of Texas the state, but moving to the state voluntarily and having people here that knew the right people changed my trajectory in life.

I can’t imagine what I would be doing if I hadn’t moved six years ago.  I can’t imagine if I’d even be alive – knowing how dark things were sometimes – if I hadn’t done something as drastic as moving and accepting the help of family.  Mostly, I try to focus on the present and future now.

All’s I know… I am thankful for what I have and who I know because of Texas, I miss my people and the scenic beauty of Michigan, and I will continue to desire a relocation when it’s appropriate for my better half and I to do so.  I have a new appreciation for the friendships that weathered the years apart, a new affection for green trees and freshwater, and a new view on the value we place on things in our lives.  I’ve learned, by living in the DFW metro area, that I do not desire a city this big and I need some form of public transportation.  I have learned that speed limits outside of Texas are absurdly too slow.  I have realized that this state does have natural beauty, but it takes some time to discover it all.

Cheers to life, the future, and the hope that things will continue to get better.

Plastic pollution is OUT OF CONTROL.

I just watched “A Plastic Ocean” last night and it bummed me out.  I know our consumption, as a human race, has been increasingly disposable but it’s reached a hazardous waste level.  There are catastrophic amounts of waste in the oceans and in landfills – killing people and animals daily.  I think about my own plastic consumption – and even with the scaling back I’ve done – it’s still a whole bunch more than it could be.  Plastic and foam cups for drinks, the straws, shipping and packaging items, take away containers, etc.  In our house, or in our apartment complex rather, it’s difficult to recycle.  Why, you may ask, because I have to take it somewhere.  Once, when trying to take it somewhere, I arrived to dumpsters overflowing and trash blowing around everywhere.  WHY IS IT SO DIFFICULT? WHY ARLINGTON TX? WHY?

Things I’ve done to reduce my plastic (disposable or otherwise) consumption:

  • switched to glass storage containers – they last longer, don’t leach chemicals as much, and don’t get gross after a while
  • stopped eating fast food – mostly stopped eating fast food to save money, but realized it’s also saving plastics
  • frustration free packaging – Amazon has been putting less shit in their boxes and less packaging on some items, meaning less waste or more recyclable goods
  • make my coffee at home – and not with one of those terrible pod coffee maker things that are super wasteful (yeah, I’m judging you because it also tastes like shit – the exception being when you can use a refillable thingamajig)
  • no microbeads – I don’t use products with plastic microbeads, period.
  • no water bottles – I don’t buy water, it’s that simple (or take free waters from people – and if I do, it goes in the recycle bin)
  • stopped buying straws – I use stainless steel straws at home now
  • plastic bags – I tend to avoid single use plastic bags

Things I need to work on

  • drinks – when going to starbucks, I should be taking my own container/straw, when at a gas station I should avoid fountain foam cups and just avoid gas station drinks by planning ahead
  • recycling – I need to get bigger bins, get more organized, and find a new place to dump the goods
  • plastic containers – I need to stop buying plastic containers for water or food
  • to go/dine out – need to avoid utilizing plastic to go – either pick a meal more suited for one sitting, avoid fast food (easy), or just avoid eating out as much as possible
  • purchases – supporting businesses in person to avoid packaging and/or businesses that use eco-friendly packaging that is compostable
  • grocery shopping – I need to remember to take my bags.
  • compost heap – I should probably start a compost heap on the porch for coffee grounds and food shavings (we don’t really wast a lot of food here)

I’m far from perfect, and I’m not preaching to people to stop living their lives.  I am taking a look at mine, how I use things, and how I interact with the world.  I have discovered I waste a lot, use things that are unnecessary, and find excuses to avoid doing the right thing because it’s easier.  I’m sure looking inward, you’ll find something to improve upon.

I already knew plastic has chemicals that may cause issues in the body.  I already knew that most plastic isn’t recycled.  I already knew that I wasn’t very good at recycling plastic.  I already knew that the world’s plastic consumption is WAY high. But, I didn’t know so many animals were ingesting plastic at such an increased level.
Shocking things from the movie:

  • Plastic breaks down, once in sunlight and seawater into tiny pieces then into micro pieces which are eating by plankton and shrimp
  • Birds eat plastic and die because they cant’ digest it – saddest fucking thing I’ve ever seen is a woman opening a dead bird to removed HANDFULLS of plastic pieces from the stomach (the bird was probably the size of a large seagull?)
  • Big fish eat the little fish that eat the plankton and shrimp that eat the plastic and we, in turn, eat the fish… see where I’m going here?  WE ARE EATING PLASTIC.
  • Sea animals – fish, turtles, and mammals – die from plastic consumption the same way birds did or the get tangled and can’t get to the surface.
  • Plastic is in every ocean, at the bottom of every ocean, and in 90% of fish in some areas
  • Chemicals (toxic chemicals) attach to tiny plastic pieces that are ingested and cause health defects in all creatures
  • You can’t go anywhere or buy anything (practically) without plastic or foam packaging
  • There are innovative ways to recycle plastic that we aren’t implementing on a large scale and should be

It’s scary. It’s sad. The oceans are gross in many places.  If you get the opportunity to see the movie, I highly recommend it.