Summer. It always goes so damn fast!
I neglect to write, do I neglect to reflect and enjoy the moments? Sometimes I think I do. This morning while flipping thru my phones photos, to give Max beta on something, sparked something. It had just given myself a mini-slideshow, reminding me of all the running around we do during the summer.
For those of you who don't know, I do have a job...well a few actually. I travel and adventure a lot, its true, but most of is for work. My main source of income is working as a climbing ranger for Rocky Mountain National Park. We are on backcountry patrols climbing or hiking every day. If an incident happens in the park we are the on-call Search and Rescue team, particularly when it comes to technical affairs.
I moonlight these days at my best gal's place, Ed's Cantina and also teach for Remote Medical International during the winter months, wilderness first responder courses and the like. So I work and I play and I enjoy a glass of wine most evenings. Life is not cheap, but nor is it forever so I might as well make the most of it.
Sitting still is a difficult task, but oddly enough so is training full-heartedly. I give effort but most the time maximum effort is during show, the actual moment of aspired goal.
I am not sure where I was going with this blog, ha! It is now November. I obviously did not finish my reflection before I moved on to another task, another objective.
Brilliant insight, eh?
I neglect to write, do I neglect to reflect and enjoy the moments? Sometimes I think I do. This morning while flipping thru my phones photos, to give Max beta on something, sparked something. It had just given myself a mini-slideshow, reminding me of all the running around we do during the summer.
For those of you who don't know, I do have a job...well a few actually. I travel and adventure a lot, its true, but most of is for work. My main source of income is working as a climbing ranger for Rocky Mountain National Park. We are on backcountry patrols climbing or hiking every day. If an incident happens in the park we are the on-call Search and Rescue team, particularly when it comes to technical affairs.
I moonlight these days at my best gal's place, Ed's Cantina and also teach for Remote Medical International during the winter months, wilderness first responder courses and the like. So I work and I play and I enjoy a glass of wine most evenings. Life is not cheap, but nor is it forever so I might as well make the most of it.
Sitting still is a difficult task, but oddly enough so is training full-heartedly. I give effort but most the time maximum effort is during show, the actual moment of aspired goal.
I am not sure where I was going with this blog, ha! It is now November. I obviously did not finish my reflection before I moved on to another task, another objective.
Brilliant insight, eh?
This was written summer/fall of 2016. November is the last sentence :)
3 comments:
I don’t know why my Google is Lindsay & Anna, but Anna is one of my best friends who lives in Austin, TX. I haven’t seen her since 2022 and we definitely never had a Google Webpage together or anything—ha! I didn’t expect to start my message to you like this, but here we are—I press reply and Google tells me I’m “Lindsay & Anna” as if I’m in a perfect copasetic lesbian relationship as opposed to being alone in Costa Rica looking for birds.
Soooo…
Hi Quinn,
I’m Lindsay. I live in Golden, Colorado. I’m 41, I broke my back when I was 6 - great age to fall out of a tree and crush your L3,4,5… wind up in a hot pink body cast for a year.
I worked at Boulder Adventure Lodge with Asa Firestone in 2017 and I remember him telling me about your fall. I was shocked you survived-like everyone.
But that’s blah blah blah…
Everyone says that shit…
Good fucking god Quinn: I was on the plane to Costa Rica and I saw your movie and ok…I guess everyone probably tells you how great the movie is—henna is amazing, you’re amazing…
I’ve read a lot of your blog in the last 2 days - stayed up all last night reading about all the deaths you mentioned—(chad, Hayden- then went deep with Hayden’s losses, which were your losses) holy shit that was rough. Thank Satan for Adderall.
Ugh and your heartbreak and fighting and being silent and running away and then having something fucked up happen? Yeah, I’d already broken my back, but I did end up getting kidnapped in Africa.
So, I’m in Costa Rica, reading Born to Run, which I stole from the last hotel I was at…
I never actually read this book.
This morning I met this crazy ass couple- Tammy and Dave McQuaid - they are batshit! Seriously- Google them! They are in this new movie called “The Listers” it’s about birders. So, I’m running up a trail with binoculars and I recognize them from the movie…yeah, they’re crazy. I could easily beat their record. Hahahahaha- I just thought of something!!!! We could beat their record!!! Hahaha! Let me know if you ever get bored enough to get super into birds. I’m super funny and I’m fast and I’d crush the Amazing Race. Seriously.
Are you still with Andy?! He seemed so lovely. So did all your girlfriends. Ugh, I could honestly just keep talking to your blog.
I’m just sending you positive vibes from a bird watching girl who chose a hot pink body cast and is currently in Costa Rica, but will be back in Golden on the 4th of September! Let’s be friends! If you want. I seem needy? Whatever. Awesomely beautifully awkward:
How dumb is it that I’m annoyed that I didn’t know how to spell “Copacetic”
I am listening to 2 owls calling - a duet if you will- even though it’s not mating season…and I still can’t sleep. I reread my message and I know I sound frantic. You’d think the cloud forest and the thick fog would bring peace, like a weighted blanket, but when I left Colorado on Sunday I felt unsettled. And then I watched your movie on the plane. I’m not doing any climbing here—I climbed in Mexico, Colombia, Peru, Argentina, Nepal, Thailand, Vietnam, Canada ugh…I was in Thailand when a girl’s hair got caught in her belay device - she freaked out because she agitated a beehive!!— when they finally brought her down I happened to have tweezers—I had to pull the stingers out, but she died in my lap. All swollen and with her hair ripped out of her scalp.
Why am i thinking about this shit at 11:11pm? Your movie fucked me up, girl!
Ok, I officially feel like a stalker, but just know I’m not!!!!! Do all stalkers say that????? Omg I need to go to sleep. I am going to the national park for the Quetzal tomorrow. It’s funny, but not funny, I’m normally so confident in my Spanish, but today this local woman acted like I didn’t exist - like she couldn’t understand me - and it hurt my feelings and now I don’t even want to do anything. Goddamn I’m bratty. I would be the shittiest disabled person. I absolutely give you permission to push me in a lake. Donate the proceeds to charity!!!
Ok, maybe this long, weird ass response that you never saw coming will make you smile. I really wish I could send you this pic of me sitting on this porch in Costa Rica listening to owls thinking about our lives and life in general and how fucking weird it is I’m still writing. Ok I’m done.
Going to bed.
Protect yourself from the vault of old journal entries!!!!
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