A month or so into 2018, and I’ve settled on my goals for the year. Last year, my 7 goals for 2017 focused exclusively on outdoors and active pursuits. As I mentioned in my 2017 review, I had some great goals, but I neglected to include the rest of my life, mostly work/grad school. So with that in mind, here are my goals for 2018. Continue reading “2018 Goals”
No doubt about it, 2017 was a tough one. Grad school was completely bananas, Tyler worked on the other side of the country for 3 months, we moved house, my mountain bike was stolen, I’ve been sick more often than not since October, ect. ect. ect. There were plenty of good things too! But, man am I exhausted.
At the beginning of 2017, I wrote about my goals for the year: 7 Goals for 2017. This was the first year I can remember setting goals, thanks to the influence of the Tough Girl Podcast and Tough Girl Tribe! I completed some of my goals, sort of completed a couple, and totally fell flat on a few of them. Here are my results, in the order as they appeared on my original blog post. Continue reading “2017 Year Review”
In case you were wondering, my birthday is in March. I went to D.C. in March. This blog post is very late. Also, Nancy wrote about it on her blog and sadly, I lost all the photos from the trip (which she alludes to in her very sweet post) when my phone died. But, in an effort to catch up on all my adventuring, here is a blog post nonetheless!
I went to D.C. for the cherry blossoms,
for my birthday,
and most importantly, to visit my best friend.
I arrived Friday evening.
Nancy and I ate tasty food,
and planned our adventures for the next day.
Saturday was full of adventuring!
First, we rode bikes to see the aforementioned cherry blossoms (very pretty),
to visit a museum with a large cobalt blue chicken statue (very large, very blue),
and to eat tasty ice cream at a cute corner shop.
We rode our bikes home the long way round, taking a route that Nancy had never been before. It was fun to go exploring together again like we did so many times at Berry.
That evening, in Alexandria, I admired all the old houses,
an exposed ice well,
and the pretty waterfront.
Nancy and I ate at the best creperie for dinner. Mmm, so delicous!
Back at home, we ate s’mores with Nancy’s neighbors,
watched Parks and Recreation snuggled up under a blanket,
and said our goodnights.
Sunday dawned grey and dreary.
We spend most of the day inside eating cornmeal waffles for breakfast,
drinking cup after cup of tea,
and chatting with old and new friends.
Later in the afternoon we ventured out into the world.
Nancy and I visited the new and extremely large REI,
Nancy’s church where I met many of her friends,
and a bookstore in an old house, crammed full of books.
Prior to driving me to the airport, we stopped at a pizza place for dinner.
All too soon it was time to say goodbye and so we did, hugging each other fiercely,
proclaiming our mutual admiration,
and promising to stay in touch.
Friday, Saturday, Sunday
Miles Ridden: 46.6 (my dad rode 63!)
Mouse and Thompson: once
Right and Left Loop: twice
Zombie Camels: 14
New Zombie Camels: 2
On trail mechanical issues: 4
1 flat tire, 1 broken chain, 1 lost and found dropper post piece, 1 cracked bike frame
Wildlife spotted: 10
1 duck, 1 bunny, 5 salamanders, 1 toad, 2 deer
Wildlife heard: at least one whip-poor-will that “serenaded” us to sleep
Shenanigans and Jokes: too many to count
Put it all together and you get one very happy Morgan.
Leon Sinks was our last stop on our Florida mini-road trip. Tyler and I woke with the sun, but neither of us wanted to leave our cozy, warm sleeping bags. Eventually, my hunger overcame my desire to stay warm, so I left the Fit to make some breakfast. In addition to making our own dehydrated dinners, we brought along some Mountain House meals. I made a package of their freeze-dried eggs and bacon. The eggs themselves were okay, but the bacon imparted a very artificial smokey flavor to the whole meal. I was not a fan.
Tyler and I left Manatee Springs just in time; it rained on us as we started our drive to O’Leno State Park, where we would sleep that night.
We pulled into the park, found our campsite, and bought some firewood. The forecast was calling for early evening thunderstorms, so Tyler and I opted to walk a short trail to to the river sink. In this region of Florida, there are many, many underground systems, which result in sink holes, springs, and rivers disappearing underground.
Months ago Tyler and I went on a mini-road trip to Florida. I wrote about our Honda Fit camping conversion here and making dehydrated meals for our trip here. I am finally getting around to writing about the rest of our trip. I have quite a backlog of adventures to write, so without further ado, please enjoy this blog post haiku.
Once upon a time, in a land not so far away, was a girl named Morgan, who did a very silly thing. She signed up for a half marathon. Why would she do that? No body knows. Perhaps the wonderful ladies of the Tough Girl Tribe might have an idea, as they are awfully inspiring. In any case, Morgan needed to train. Recently, she’s spent all her time exercising her brain.
Morgan started her morning by lazing in bed. Her stomach was having none of it and demanded to be fed. She reluctantly crawled out of her covers. She made herself an apple and almond butter tortilla wrap, a tasty pre-run breakfast. Morgan pulled on some shorts, thankful that it was not nearly as cold as when she ran the Hot Chocolate 5k, the first chapter of this saga. But it was not time for Morgan to run, no not yet. For today, she was going to run on a trail, even if her pace matched that of a snail!
As I alluded in the post about converting our Honda Fit to a campervan, I dehydrated a couple of dinners for our trip to Florida. When we went on our road trip this past summer, Tyler and I mostly cooked our dinners. Which means that we brought all of the cooking equipment along with us. There was one night while we were at Grayson Highlands, where we opted for dehydrated Mountain House meals. We were hungry after a long day of hiking, and we needed to drive into town that evening so I could send a mandatory work email.
As a graduate student, I don’t get much time off. I distinctly remember the horrified faces of undergraduates when I tell them “no, I don’t get fall/winter/spring/summer break off. I still have to do research.”
Grad school, at least getting a Ph.D. in a natural science, is this odd combination of work and school. Technically, I’m a student. I am working towards a degree. But I don’t get school holidays, I’m not actually taking any classes, and I’m getting paid. Much more like a job, if I’m honest.