Whomever coined the term “like riding a bike” assumed there was a certain level of coordination and skill to begin with. He (or she) might have picked an activity that’s impossible to forget, even for… More
I’m doing a bit of paying it forward here. My obsession with packing began with a blog and I spent hours reading posts and watching YouTube videos learning from the best. So I feel compelled to share my favorite finds, as well.
Wrigley stayed home (to her dismay), but the luggage above is everything I took with me to Chicago last week. I was determined to pack carry-on only because I like the challenge and efficiency. It keeps me from over-packing. And I had a tight timetable once I landed at O’Hare so waiting around at baggage claim wouldn’t be ideal.
I could not have done it without my new Osprey Fairview 40! It held more than my traditional roller-board carry-on ever could, even though they’re about the same dimensions. Plus, with the stowaway harness and hipbelt, my luggage felt less cumbersome and I had more freedom than being tethered to a rolling suitcase in the airport.
“Is that all you brought? For a week??” were some of the first questions when I arrived at the office. Yes! Proud moment.
So here are all the details in the spirit of sharing for future travelers. Hint: The secret is packing cubes.
Last summer, a friend sent me the link to Travel Fashion Girl‘s post on packing cubes. The headline reads: This Video Will Change the Way You Travel. And it did. I became an instant convert to packing with cubes and will never go back. You can view her full video and recommendations HERE.
Using her method, I packed two eBags slim cubes with leggings, sweater, scarf, gym clothes (in case, fingers crossed, I actually made it to the gym), undergarments, six tank tops, five blouses. I used a small Eagle Creek Pack-It Specter Cube for socks, a small Pack-It Specter Sac for jewelry, and a large one for sneakers.
With the handy pockets, sleeves and compression straps in the Fairview pack, I also fit in two pairs of pants, a jean jacket, iPad, flat iron and four quart-size Ziploc bags/reusable pouches with liquids, toiletries and other personal items (cosmetics, toothbrush, nail files, band-aids and such).
In addition to my laptop, the Delsey Montmartre+ Journée Laptop Tote held a Marmot quilted jacket (because temps were still chilly at night in Chicago), a pashmina, umbrella, tennis ball (great back roller when traveling), water bottle, headphones, cords/chargers for four devices, and miscellaneous items – several packs of gum, business cards, pens, wallet, medications (hurray for allergy season), lip balm, zip drives, etc. Plus the latest issue of Outside magazine, a box of Page Stationery notecards, and a book (What I Was Doing While You Were Breeding: A Memoir by Kristen Newman).
I’m so enamored with my new Fairview pack that I’m already dreaming up trips to take just to test it its limits. Can it hold enough for two weeks? Three?? I should take it to Africa! Or Iceland!
In the meantime, Wrigley is glad we’re both home and staying local for the time being.
Inchoate. adj. just begun and so not fully formed or developed; rudimentary.
I came across this word while reading Meg Files’ Writing What You Know and now it’s on my list of Words I Love To Say Out Loud. Right up there with Adirondack and Onomatopoeia. It’s also how I’m feeling about my writing – not so fully formed or developed. Rudimentary.
I picked up Writing What You Know on a whim while browsing the aisles before David Baldacci’s book signing to promote The Fallen last weekend. And although I’m ready to dive in to writing a specific project I’ve been noodling on for the last couple years, the more I read of her book, the more I realize I’m headed in the wrong direction. All that noodling has been for naught. Continue reading “Rethinking everything I planned to write…”
Protean. [proh-tee-uhn] adj. able to do many different things; versatile.
Days like this are why we pay the extra bucks for protean gear.
When we stepped out the front door of our hosteria in El Chalten that morning, the sky was black to the north. Mount Fitz Roy was visible, but wrapped in clouds. But off to the right, only the nearest mountains were in view.
Everything else – in the direction we were headed – was obscured by dense, dark clouds. It was 7 a.m., the sun was shining to the East, but the north sky looked like the dark of night.
Yet we set off and our shuttle driver dropped us off about 17 km north of Chalten at El Pilar in Los Glacieres National Park. We began hiking south through a lush forest of lenga, on a path mostly parallel to the Rio Blanco. Through breaks in the trees, we caught glimpses of mountains and hanging glaciers across the river.
Luckily, what looked like it would be downpour had receded to a light rain, but the fog and clouds were still obstructing most of our view. I can only imagine how breathtaking the same hike might be on a clear day, but even though we missed out on stunning glacier vistas, the most amazing rainbows followed us as we trekked.
A couple hours later, we reached a decision point – do we continue on, cross the Rio Blanco and make the steep hike up to Laguna de los Tres, or do we take a left and hike south to El Chalten? Our guides decided that despite the weather, it wouldn’t be unsafe to do the climb to Laguna de los Tres. So our group split into one group heading up and one group heading down.
I debated. On the one hand, I was tired of hiking in the rain. There was a chance the views would be so obscured at the top that our effort would be for nothing. On the other hand, I didn’t travel all this way only to have a little rain ruin our plans.
“This is what the gear is designed for, right?” I decided whether there would be a view or not, whether we’d get to see Fitz Roy up close or just a stack of clouds where the massif ought to be, these conditions were why I’d spent a nauseating amount of money on gear with features I might never otherwise use. So up I went.
I went through every combination of clothing in my day pack that afternoon. Rain jacket, fleece, windbreaker, short-sleeves, down jacket, spare socks, gloves, baseball cap, winter hat, buffs. At times wearing as many as five layers. Patagonia had lived up to its reputation – we experienced four seasons in a single day.
The ascent was slow going after we crossed the river and began the real uphill portion. Although only a horizontal quarter-mile, the steep pitch of loose rock took more than an hour to cover. Looking at the trail ahead, some portions appeared sheer vertical from a distance.
We were not greeted with a great view when we reached Laguna de los Tres. Or if we were, I might have missed it. We barely lingered long enough to snap a few pictures at the top due to the biting cold. My face was freezing and I was exhausted from fighting the whipping wind on the open expanses of rock scramble. I spent most of those five minutes at the top head-down, hunched against the wind, trying to keep my balance. The fact that it was snowing(!) at the top was reward enough for me.
By the time we reached Campamento Rio Blanco, the base camp for those climbing Mount Fitz Roy, the sun was shining. We started shedding layers as we dried out and warmed up.
It was bittersweet when we saw this view an hour later. I had several pangs of jealousy that the folks we passed going up as we were coming down were getting this spectacular weather. But they didn’t get snow, I kept reminding myself.
When we reached Laguna Capri, the clouds almost fully cleared. We took a break on the beach to bask in the sun and even waded into the frigid glacial lake to cool our tired feet.
Carrying very little yet being prepared for a myriad of weather during a nine-hour hike meant every piece of clothing and gear had to be versatile. Protean.
Jackets folded up into their own pocket to clip on a carabiner and keep handy for the next drop of rain. Poles could be extended or shortened with a flip of a switch as terrain changed. Even my soft shell cycling gloves got a new gig as they kept my hands safe from scrapes on rock scrambles and blocked the wind for warmth.
I hope I’ll have the opportunity to one day return to Laguna de los Tres and see on a clear day what’s touted as one of the most stunning views in the Chalten area. But until then, I’ll remember this as the day I put my gear to the test and discovered it was worth every penny.
Perspicacious. adj. [pur-spi-key-shuhs]
I recently fell in love with the beautiful poetry of Atticus in Love Her Wild. It’s amazing how a few brief lines can be so poignant. He seems to possess the precise words that every girl is longing to hear.
“It didn’t matter that she fell apart, it was how she put herself back together.” – Atticus
The first time I heard of Love Her Wild, we were standing in my sister’s kitchen when she asked if I was familiar with this Instagram sensation poet, Atticus. She read me a handful of excerpts from his Instagram feed and instantly the acute eloquence had my eyes stinging with tears. When she gave me the book for Christmas, I devoured it in one sitting.
afraid of heights (above) is one that especially grabbed me for perfectly capturing how I feel at this moment. I’m nervous (let’s be honest – terrified) to walk away from a comfortable, consistent, successful career and leave everything to chance.
But the greater fear is never having taken the chance, rolled the dice, gone all in. Fear of playing it safe and not risking everything for the rewards. Of taking a leap of faith without knowing if there’s a safety net.
And now Page Stationery has an equally beautiful line of Love Her Wild letterpress stationery and art prints! Today, I’m off to buy picture frames to adorn my walls with this fabulous collection as a constant reminder that doing the things that scare us most also have the greatest rewards.