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Coffee in Culture: The evolution of a roasted bean

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We all know the feeling – that first sip of our favorite roast in the morning. Something about the familiar aroma and our hands hugging that warm mug helps us gear up for whatever is on our plate that day. Of all the things that unite us as a people, coffee is arguably the most popular. Nothing beats a simple cup o’ Joe, but as time has moved forward, so have our options. How is this? How has a simple bean been converted into a worldly beverage enjoyed by the masses as a completely customizable staple?

While a caffeinated drink derived from a plant may seem simple enough, coffee has a rich history. Blended to perfection by the Arabian Peninsula, coffee bean heritage can be traced back to the ancient forests of Ethiopia. While these beans grew rampant across the country, no one knew of their potential. And even though the discovery of coffee is unknown, some of you may have heard the Ethiopian Legend of Kaldi’s goats. The story goes that a goat herder named Kaldi noticed his goats were highly energetic and could not sleep at night after ingesting these mysterious beans. Kaldi brought this finding to the local monastery’s abbot, who made a drink with the beans, finding that they kept him awake longer to perform evening prayer. Excited by this information, the abbot shared the knowledge with other monks at the monastery. It wasn’t long before the word quickly reached eastwards towards the Arabian Peninsula.

During this time, the Arabian Peninsula was a vast trading power. Arabian merchants operated peacefully along the Red Sea throughout the 15th century, bringing in commodities like textiles and spices from India. This area of the world attracted traders from far and wide, acting as a central ground for spreading resources, wealth, and knowledge. It’s no wonder the little-known delicacy of coffee did not stay secret for very long. Coffee beans began to cultivate within the Yemeni district of Arabia in the 15th century, spreading throughout Persia, Egypt, Syria, and Turkey by the 16th century.

Public coffee houses, or qahveh khaneh, began to spring up throughout Arabian cities, becoming centers for knowledge transfer and social activity. As thousands around the world made the pilgrimage to the holy city of Mecca each year, these public coffee houses became centers for worldly information, commonly referred to as the “Schools of the Wise”. These public coffee houses at one point were seen as a threat to religious authorities, being deemed “dens of sedition”. A debate sprouted about whether drinking coffee was commonplace for passing around the wine pitcher, a forbidden drink in the Muslim religion. Religious authorities also feared the popularity of these coffee houses would rival the Mosque as a meeting place. However, the efforts to ban coffee, no matter how strict (ie. The death penalty put in place during the reign of Murad IV), failed and coffee prevailed as a permissible drink to be enjoyed by all.

It wasn’t long before European traders began bringing home stories of a strong, black beverage they had in the Near East. Coffee has made a home in the heart of Europeans by the 17th century, becoming a staple in lives across the continent. However, much like the religious concerns within the Arabian Peninsula, some Europeans reacted to the new drink with the same suspicions, referring to it as the “bitter invention of Satan”. As history repeats itself, the local clergy condemned the drink once it made its way to Venice in 1615. The controversy grew so immense, Pope Clement VIII was called upon to voice his opinion on the matter. After one sip, he found the drink satisfying, giving it immediate approval. Shortly after, European versions of qahveh khanehs popped up around the continent, coined “Penny Universities”, where it was said one could engage in stimulating, intellectual conversation for the price of a penny cup of coffee. During this time, water quality in major cities such as London suffered due to poor, or non-existent sewage systems. It was not uncommon for people to quench their thirst with beer and wine, even for breakfast. Coffee quickly outgrew these options as the people’s breakfast beverage of choice, leading to vast improvements across the workforce.

The drama of the New World brought along a new wave of coffee craze. Despite coffee’s popularity in the Middle East, and Europe, tea was still the favored beverage in colonial America. That reign ended as a new era of heavy taxation flowed in from King George III. The colonies revolted against this imposition, leading to the now-famous Boston Tea Party incident. American minds were forever fixated on roasted bean water from that point on. With the popularity of coffee exploding worldwide, vast opportunities to harvest coffee beans outside of Arabia sprang up. The Dutch were quick to the line, cultivating plantations in the territories they occupied, such as the island of Java, Sumatra ad Celebes.

With coffee production thriving for the Dutch, they gifted a single coffee plant to King Louis VIX of France. With France occupying much of the Caribbean islands, it wasn’t long before they were littered with coffee trees. The small, French region of Martinique, for instance, saw over 18 million trees thrive within 50 years. Once the Brazilian empire was able to collect seeds from these regions for themselves, a billion-dollar industry was born. For years to come, travelers, colonists, and traders would carry coffee seeds to grow in new lands. Coffee plantations exploded, and by the end of the 18th century, coffee had become one of the world’s most profitable exports.

As with anything in an ever-evolving world, our preferences for coffee have vastly multiplied. What used to be one type of bean, roasted one way, and poured the same across continents is now a hub for personalization. This began with the growth of varietal beans as nations started harvesting their own bean brands. Then, we understood how to roast the beans at different temperatures for different amounts of time, leaving us with light vs. dark roast. (Which, by the way, if you are looking for a stronger cup, light roasts have higher caffeine content since they are in the roaster for a shorter period.) And with the founding of organizations like Starbucks, the options are truly endless. Starbucks’ vision was to create a completely tailored experience for their customers, developing a sense of self in coffee choice. As consumer preferences and expectations have changed, so have the menus of coffee shops across the world.

However, within the big bold world of coffee, there is also immense room for error. Like many other industries, coffee has moments of weakness including slave labor, unfair wages for farmers, and sustainability concerns. As consumers with purchasing power, it is our duty to understand where and how our coffee is being produced. While fair trade was once the standard for ethical producers, the market for fair trade has been heavily muddied by the introduction of over 1,226 certifications. Many coffee farmers are moving to a “direct trade” price structure, which is regulated by the roasters themselves. This structure ensures standards in safety, sustainability, and farmer progression are being met. We encourage you to do a little research on where your coffee comes from. If you’re unsure, contact your favorite company and ask about their supply chain. Honest Grounds offers a list of certified organic and sustainable, while Ethical Consumer provides a list of ethically sourced coffee brands.

It goes without saying that coffee is one of the many things that connect us on a global scale. Coffee has been a centerpiece for learning, exploring, sharing, and debate since its discovery. The evolution and cultural significance of a simple plant are truly awe-inspiring. And now, in the 21st century, coffee remains the most sought-after commodity in the world, after crude oil. I can’t help but think about what kind of reaction the goat-herder Kaldi would have, knowing how much history he and his goats helped to create.

Traveling with Pride

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These past two years have been filled with disappointment, heartbreak, and fear for more reasons than one. Long overdue cries for justice against a militarized police force, anxiety lingering in the hearts of API communities, and an election that left most Americans nail beds bare; synched to the tune of a greedy pandemic stealing lives and livelihoods from people across the globe. No matter what chaos exists in the corners of the world, Pride Month is a time to come together and celebrate individuality and the long-haul fight for equality in our LGBTQIA+ communities.

With a chaotic backdrop as ever, 2020 seemed to serve Pride Month with a whisper of acknowledgment while pressing societal issues took center stage. As we peered down that dark tunnel that led us into 2021, we see glimmers of hope. 2021 allowed for a more expressive and accessible Pride celebration and while still limited, was glorious. As Pride Month 2021 ends, we eagerly look forward to 2022’s more lenient travel opportunities. And to prepare, we are sharing a brief list of some of the best places to travel to for next year’s pride and beyond!

Let us first begin by sharing a resource dubbed “Spartacus Gay Travel Index”. Each year, the index is updated, displaying a map of 202 countries and regions which inform travelers within the LGBTQIA+ community about their level of safety traveling to certain places. The index takes into consideration rights, local LGBTQIA neighborhoods/communities, and pride-focused holidays. The aim is to increase awareness and safety for travelers. While initially created for those in the gay and lesbian sects, in recent years, the index has expanded to a more inclusive review of travel opportunities.

Another wonderful travel resource is Out Adventures, a leader in small-group LGBTQIA+ global adventures, tours, and cruises! Disclaimer: Before making travel plans, we encourage everyone interested in partaking in Pride Month festivities and beyond to do a little research on the history and inclusivity of that destination. Hopefully, this list will serve as a good jumping-off point!

1.  Canada: There is no telling where the world of travel will take us as COVID-19 tapers down. For our North American friends who may not be completely comfortable traveling very far in 2022, Canada would be a wonderful destination. Canada has been deemed one of the most “gay-friendly” countries in the world! With gay marriage being legalized in 2005, over 25 pride-focused events, and some of the most progressive transgender laws in the world, it is no wonder why Canada is a fabulous place to go for our proud travelers! Per our friends at Nomadic Boys, in a nutshell:

Main Gay Villages: Church and Wellesley (Toronto), Le Village Gai (Montreal), The Village (Ottawa), Davie Village (Vancouver) & Jasper Avenue (Edmonton)

Best Events:
Toronto Pride
Fierte Montreal
Whistler Pride & Ski Festival

2.  Spain: Generally speaking, Spain is an open-minded society that embraces, supports, and protects the LGBTQIA+ community’s rights. In 1979, homosexuality was legalized, followed by a set of anti-discrimination laws a little over a decade later. Spain is also bursting with culture, boasting a total of 48 UNESCO world heritage sites, and plentiful museums. In a nutshell:

The main gay villages: Chueca (Madrid), Gaixample (Barcelona), Sitges & Maspalomas (Gran Canaria)

Best Events:
Madrid Pride
Circuit Barcelona
Maspalomas Pride

3.  The Netherlands: As the first country in the world to legalize gay marriage, and homosexuality being legalized in 1811, there’s no question about the Netherlands’ dedication to protecting their LGBTQIA+ community. With Amsterdam as their tour de force in pride celebrations, there are several other highlights to experience, including local cheese markets, and the lovely landscapes littered with tulips and windmills. Be sure to stop by the “Homomonument” while there to see the world’s first monument constructed in remembrance of gays and lesbians persecuted during WW2. In a nutshell:

Main Gay Villages: Reguliersdwarsstraat (Amsterdam)

Best Events:
Amsterdam Pride
Leather Pride

4.  Costa Rica: Being a leader in environmental activism and awareness, this country is also outstandingly progressive and eager to invite all travelers with open arms! Since Costa Rica is such a naturally rich destination, they lack events and scenes friendly for LGBTQIA+ folks. For those looking for a safe space to soak up the wonders of the natural world, Costa Rica is the place for you! Be sure to check out San Jose Pride, as well!  

5.  Uruguay: Being nestled in such a catholic-dominant society, Uruguay may not be the first country that comes to mind when one thinks “LGBTQIA+ approved”. However, ever since their strict separation of church and state in the 1900s, they are considered one of the most liberal countries in the southern hemisphere. Much like Costa Rica, Uruguay does not have many gay villages or communities, but they do host some stellar pride events, including Montevideo Pride & Punta Pride!

6.  New Zealand: This destination is renowned not only for its earth-shatteringly progressive schedule but also for its openly gay Parliament ministers; Grant Robertson, Louisa Wall Charles & Georgina Beyer. It certainly doesn’t hurt that this spot is so beautiful, it was chosen as the shooting destination for the visually stunning film series, Lord of The Rings. As a smaller island nation, there is plenty to experience in a shorter travel agenda. In a nuthshell:

Main Gay Villages: Karangahape Road “K Road” (Auckland), Ponsonby (Auckland), and Wellington Central

Best Events:
Big Gay Out
Winter Pride
Wellington International Pride Parade

7.  Malta: As the UN’s Head of Equality & Non-Discrimination, Charles Radcliffe, once coined, “Malta is a beacon of human rights for LGBTQIA+ issues”, as well as a “gold standard” for reform. So, there is no surprise Malta made the list. Valletta, the capital city of Malta, has a handful of gay friendly hangouts to choose from. Since Malta floats alongside Italy as a tiny island in the Mediterranean, there aren’t any properly established gay communities. Malta also celebrates Pride in September with Malta Pride.

8.  Portugal: The Estado Novo years (1933-1974) was a dark and oppressive time for Portugal. However, that period of human rights instability was met by a society ready for an evolutionary turn! Portugal has made major strides in the recognition and appreciation for LGBTQIA+ communities, including the legalization of gay marriage (2010), legalizing gay adoption (2016), and placing a ban on discrimination in their actual constitution. Their capital city now hosts Portugal’s largest pride event; Lisbon Pride every year!

Main Gay Villages: Barrio Alto (Lisbon), Principe Real (Lisbon)

9.  Taiwan: Taiwan is the first and only Asian destination to legalize gay marriage, and pushing to become a haven for transgender individuals by introducing a non-binary option on all ID documents. For those passionate about a culinary experience, we recommend Taiwan! Not to mention, this destination has a shrine dedicated to love and relationships between LGBTQIA+ partners! The Tu’er Temple (The Rabbit God Temple) was built to honor the Rabbit God who’s responsibility is to manage all those looking for love, specifically LGBTQIA+ individuals. Be sure to check out Taipei Pride while there!

10.  Iceland: Rainbow painted buildings, lively disco bars, and rolling black and green backdrops, Iceland (despite its name) gives travelers a warm welcome. Iceland is a tiny, island-nation, with major traffic areas of Reykjavik and Akureyri. This destination is perfect for those who wish to taste a bit of city life but also wish to take a moment to appreciate the natural wonders this lovely country has to offer!

Best Events
Reykjavik Pride
Rainbow Pride

Traveling is an important aspect of life for many people. To relish in the pleasure of travel and to better understand the world around you is a privilege we wish to share with as many people as we can. As a community existing in the fringe across several continents of the world, we want our travelers of all backgrounds to feel safe, welcomed, and immersed in their travel experience. Hopefully, this list served as a guide for your next destination!

Here’s to a brighter tomorrow and the chance to reconnect with our traveling roots!

Pride Month: Marsha “P for Pay no Mind” Johnson

Marsha is a symbol of revolution for the LGBTQIA+ movement. By remembering her sacrifice along with the countless others who risked their reputations and lives for the rights of a silenced community, we can better shape the decisions we make to continue to support the cause today. So, as you browse the Pride section at your favorite retailer, think of how far our society has come in the acceptance of a group, but also be aware of the rainbow-washing tactics most large companies use during this time.

Recipe of the Week: Gourmet Top Ramen

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If you’re anything like me, Top Ramen was (still is 🥴) a childhood staple. Though it overflows with sodium, there’s no cheaper, quicker cold remedy out there. Top Ramen is also a favorite for backpacking - it’s light and so dang versatile, and that sodium can ensure you get your daily dose of electrolytes, no matter how difficult the day’s activities. My favorite backcountry Top Ramen Gourmet dish is definitely Tofu and veggies. Here’s all you need:

  • Bag of Top Ramen per person (you pick your flavor)

  • Pre-cut veggies, my personal favorites are those that can handle the pressure of small spaces in my hot backpack:

    • broccoli

    • carrots

    • snap peas

    • onions

  • cooking oil (optional)

  • One block of extra firm Tofu

How to make it:

Saute tofu and veggie separately.

Saute tofu and veggie separately.

1) Drain the tofu as much as possible in advance, while still retaining the integrity of the block. Drain all remaining liquid once at camp. Pro tip: Don’t squish the tofu! Crumbly tofu is difficult to cook evenly.

2) Cube tofu. Saute in oil over medium heat for about 5 minutes or until browned on all sides (or opt to do this step at home). Set aside.

3) Saute all veggies. Set aside.

4) Follow Top Ramen instructions. If you like a little crunch, set aside a few noodles to add to the final product.

5) Mix Ramen, veggies, and tofu. Top with crunchy noodles and dig in!

6) PACK. IT. OUT! Even the leftovers. Leave no trace!

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Recipe of the Week: Papas a la Huancaína

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The famous Peruvian dish ​papa a la Huancaína originated from the Huancayo region of Peru. The key ingredient for this sauce is the spicy “aji amarillo” chile pepper. Salsa a la Huancaína is a versatile sauce that goes with many flavors. Though it is traditionally served with bite-size boiled potatoes it is also delicious as a dip for crudites or fried yucca and even as a sauce for spaghetti or risotto or on steak!

Ingredients:

Huancaína Sauce

  • 6 Yellow chili peppers

  • 2 teaspoons of sugar

  • 4 Hard-boiled egg yolks

  • 1lb Cottage, cream, or soft goat cheese

  • Juice of 3 Pica lemons or 1.5 limes

  • 1/2 cup of vegetable oil

  • 1 sliced onion

  • 1 clove garlic

  • Salt and pepper

  • 1/3 cup of evaporated milk

Papas + Accoutrements

  • 12 Yukon Gold potatoes

  • Lettuce leaves

  • 4 hard boiled eggs, quartered

  • Finely chopped parsley

  • Black olives

Preparation:

  1. Place potatoes into a large pot and cover with salted water; bring to a boil. Reduce heat to medium-low and simmer until tender, about 20 minutes. Drain and set aside to cool slightly.

  2. Heat olive oil in a skillet over medium heat. Cook onion until tender, about 10 minutes.

  3. To prepare the sauce, reduce the spiciness of the chilies by boiling them in abundant water with a teaspoon of sugar for 10 minutes. Drain and repeat with fresh water and sugar for another 10 minutes.

  4. Pleace the chiles, egg yolks, onion, garlic, cheese, lemon juice, and oil in a blender. Blend until smooth. Season with salt and pepper to taste. Stream evaporated milk into the blended mixture while continuing to blend until a creamy sauce is achieved.

  5. Arrange the cooked potatoes on a plate and cover with the Huancaina Sauce. Garnish with hard-boiled eggs, black olives, and lettuce.

Guest Post: Lessons from the Guatemalan Highlands

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We met Cory and her family while traveling in Guatemala and planning a new trip for Root Adventures. Hiking at high altitudes brings a slew of mental and physical challenges, and we love how Cory embraced the experience as a growth opportunity. This article is adapted from Cory’s original blog post.

Glamping is not usually our thing. What’s the challenge in camping if you don’t set up your own tent at night or tackle the task of an epicurean meal with one can of propane and two small burners? But here we were, signing up for a trip with canvas tents, cushy air mattresses, gourmet meals, someone to lug our gear from one campsite to the next, and yes, even a toilet.

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I blame the New York Times. It was just one short article last December. The headline, “With Mobile Camping, Remote Places and Light Footprints,” was enough to catch my husband’s eye. We were tossing around the idea of a vacation with our girls to celebrate our oldest daughter’s graduation from college. The girls wanted a beach in Costa Rica; my husband and I wanted something a little more active. Among other out-of-the-way places to camp, the article mentioned trekking in Guatemala. Flagging the idea as a good compromise, we shelved the idea and the paper in a basket of magazines in the central hall. Four months later we dug out the paper and in mid-May, we were on a plane to Guatemala, destined for the “best family vacation ever.”

The weeks leading up to our departure were frenzied: work for us, final exams for the girls, a graduation celebration with family, culling “things” collected in college and moving the rest back home. In between, we squeezed in what exercise we could in preparation for the trip. We live in the lowlands of coastal Alabama at an altitude 112 feet, so training for the Guatemalan highlands was out of the question. Our trek would begin at an altitude of 7500 feet, with the route’s highest point topping 9000 feet. In between camps, the trail would rise and dip with the mountains, leading us through tiny Mayan communities and across acres of fertile farmland.

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Once we arrived in Guatemala, we quickly made friends with our trekking family, which expanded beyond the four of us to include the trek designer, a native Guatemalan guide, and two members of the Root Adventures team. On days two through four, local guides hired from communities along the trail would also accompany us.

The first day’s terrain was gentle, and our group was in high spirits as we walked along a wide, flat road, passing through a mist from incoming clouds. Every twist and turn was a photo opportunity–wild roses decorating the roadside, lush forests shrouded in cloud cover, and farmers carrying bundles of leafy foliage gathered to feed hungry bovine. Our first uphill ascent was challenging but not impossible, offering a chance to acclimate with fewer miles to traverse. I dug in my trekking poles and accepted helpful tips on breathing in a sort of hiker’s pranayama, sending oxygen to my blood at the high altitude.

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Day two was another matter. Early on in our trip, our youngest daughter, who has a second college major in Spanish, schooled us in the difference between lo siento meaning “I am deeply sorry” and perdóname, an informal apology. The former, she said, is often used incorrectly. But day two of our trek would find those words slipping off my tongue like a native speaker.

On the map, our route looked like a rollercoaster. First uphill, then a long downhill descent to a hanging bridge, followed by the steep uphill stretch to Fuego Camp. Still in great spirits, but not yet acclimated, I seriously questioned my ability to keep pace on the first uphill leg of the day’s journey. I lagged behind, offering apologies to my trekking family.

As we snaked up the long hill single file, I silently counted my footsteps, thinking it would at least help me mark the progress. My breath sounded ridiculously loud in my ears until at some point, my yoga practice kicked in. In yoga, you use breath to move toward the pose, moving to your body’s limits, acknowledging—but not apologizing—when you’ve reached the edge. But here on the mountain, I felt as if I needed to preface my desire for every break with lo siento. Finally, I announced, “I’m not afraid to say it, I need to stop.” Equally winded from the climb, other members of our party welcomed the rest.

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While it took four days of hiking to truly feel acclimated to the altitude, I moved through the day’s miles, stopping to rest without apology, excusing myself from guilt or misery whenever I made the request. Un momento, por favor (hold on, please), I said to our local guide at nearly every switchback. He patiently agreed, even offering to carry my daypack to make my climb easier. I gladly handed over the pack, grateful for both his help and my ability to recognize that limitations don’t always call for lo siento.















Coffee with Covid: black coffee and meaningful connections

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Our founder, Breanne Kiefner was lucky to be one of the first guests on Leslie Kehmeier’s quarantine creation: Coffee with Covid. In an effort to bring some levity to these tough times, Leslie and Breanne chat about their first meeting, Leslie teaching Breanne how to use her now favorite Aeropress and how adventure is so much more than travel. Coffee has been a cornerstone in the building of Root Adventures - the business was created at the local Whittier Cafe, afterall! And we’ve been lucky enough to travel to the home of coffee, Ethiopia, with the founder of said cafe! Take it away, Leslie!

I met Denverite and Whittier Cafe regular, Breanne Kiefner early last year through a mutual friend. We started working together in Baja which led to another trip to Ethiopia. Breanne owns and operates Root Adventures, an adventure travel company that connects like-mind people through travel. The Baja trip was my first experience on a women’s only travel adventure, which proved to be a transformative experience for me. When the opportunity came up to shoot her Ethiopia trip - it was a no-brainer. Breanne’s vision for people connecting and pushing their own boundaries through small group travel has been an amazing way to see for me to see part of the world. Enjoy episode 3 with Breanne!

Listen to the episode here!

Recipe of the Week: Camp Bread

Quarantine has sparked a resurgence of made-from scratch baking. It got me thinking…

My favorite time to cook is by a campfire. I also love gluten-filled carbs when I work hard. Can these two worlds collide? Turns out they can. And rather easily. Try out this OH SO SIMPLE campfire bread recipe and let me know what you think!

Do you have a favorite recipe? Care to share?!

INGREDIENTS:

  • 1 cup all-purpose flour

  • 1 teaspoon baking powder

  • ½ teaspoon salt

  • 1 cup of water

  • Oil for frying (we use reusable baby food pouches for our oil)

  • Optional additional spices: rosemary, caroway, black pepper, etc.

Preparation:

  1. Mix flour, baking powder, salt and optional spice. Place dry mix in a sturdy container - Stasher bags are our favorite (lightweight, flexible and sturdy). Pack mix with all your other adventure food!

  2. If you plan to cook over an open flame, follow Smokey the Bears safety rules, then get your coals good and hot, so you can keep a low flame.

  3. When you are ready to start baking, add a half-cup of water to your dry mix and combine thoroughly. Add additional water as needed.

  4. Separate dough into 4 equal parts. Roll and flatten each section.

  5. Heat a small amount of oil in your pan on your cook stove or open flame, then add one section of bread and cook for ~3 minutes on each side, or until done.

  6. ENJOY!

Coffee with COVID: a new podcast

When travel came to a screeching halt in March, Root Adventures photographer, Leslie Kehmeier was the first person to reach out to our founder, Breanne. Leslie is an avid storyteller who finds adventure in every experience, so it’s not surprising she was able to find beauty in struggle before most of us could even grasp a struggle was afoot. in her new podcast Coffee with Covid, Leslie shares stories from her global network of freelancers, small business owners, entrepreneurs, and others connected with the outdoor adventure and travel industry. It's one part coffee and one part COVID - two things that are part of our daily lives.

Returning To Emptiness

A lot of my own self-work and my work with students lately has been focused on moving beyond the personal.  The personal represents the way that we always do things.  The way we habitually do things.  Perhaps it's the way we drive our cars (usually more toward the right or left in the lane), or the way we always respond to our partner (often times they can predict it before it even comes out of our mouth), the way we do a certain yoga pose, or even the way we sit down to meditate and the techniques we use to meditate.  

I believe so much of what we are working toward with all healing techniques - meditation, yoga, therapy, massage, energy work, etc - is aimed at helping us move beyond the personal.  When we move beyond the personal we are emptying ourselves of the beliefs, stories, and patterns we are holding on to so tightly.  It's uncomfortable.  It should be.  In order to create change we have to get uncomfortable. 

If you've been doing downward facing dog wrong your entire life chances are you're pretty dang comfortable doing it that way.  When you're finally corrected and put into the right alignment, chances are it's going to be uncomfortable as a mother f'er.

Getting beyond the personal requires taking action in the direction you are not programmed to go.  But when we can do this, and let go and  get empty, then there is a limitless amount of freedom on the other side.

We empty ourselves of the personal so we can fill up with The Universal.

Don't ever hesitate to reach out for whatever you need.  Here to listen, here to meditate with you, here for whatever you need.

Here's to emptiness my friends, cheers!

Carisa Banuelos, Root trip leader and mindfulness coach

Free Guided Meditation: Returning To Emptiness

Navigating Booking Flights in the Time of Covid-19

Our friend, Lucas Studer from Exito Travel is an expert in all things air travel. We are all doing our best to keep up with the latest information on booking flights - should we take advantage of deals? Or hold off until we have a better picture of what travel looks like? Are these flights really refundable. For answers to these questions and more, read on…

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Industry professionals, as well as the general public, are all in agreement that there’s a lot of pent up demand and desire to travel. Cabin fever is palpable, and travel bugs are biting us all. As society begins to open back up and fear of infection starts to abate, many will take to the open roads to scratch their travel itch. Others, however, wishing to view more distant horizons will need to take to the skies to reach their destinations. The majority of airlines have made significant cuts to their routes, both domestic and international, with the latter seeing the greatest adjustments. Demand has understandably plummeted, and hundreds of aircraft remain parked for an unknown amount of time.

What does this mean for the consumer?

Number one – getting anywhere is likely going to be a bit more challenging. Routes that had high frequencies operating may have seen them slashed by 50% or more. So where you were once accustomed to flying non-stop may now require a connection. Attempting to get from one side of the globe to the other may even require waiting until a specific day of the week so that the necessary flights line up.

Number two – airlines and consumers alike are waiting for countries to open back up. Two examples, Argentina and Colombia, recently announced that they wouldn’t be allowing any air traffic until September at the earliest. This means travelers may have to forgo visiting their dream destination during the prime season.

Number three – and probably the most relevant to the consumer – airlines are cash-strapped and extremely eager for any new revenue. Most have implemented some sort of “Book with confidence” policy that eases the normally rigid restrictions. This could mean waived fees if you book by a certain date and end up needing to change your plans due to the pandemic. It could also mean double the ticket validity from one year of purchase to two. In the short term, we may see extremely competitive fares as airlines struggle to fill their seats. Once the demand comes back and the inventory is still historically low, though, we can expect to pay higher prices than we’ve ever seen.

Ultimately, with the more flexible restrictions airlines have temporarily implemented, they’re making it easier than ever to plan an adventure with plenty of peace of mind. If the uncertainty continues, you’re very likely going to be able to change your plans with little to no cost. As always, understand the terms and conditions prior to pulling the trigger so you can make an educated decision on where you journey to next.”

- Lucas Studer, Exito Travel

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If you need further information or assistance in navigating the new terms, do not hesitate to reach out to Exito Travel or Root Adventures!

Empathy 101: Storytelling

A good book has been a saving grace in these times of unrest and seclusion. As our black community is crying out for equity, equality, and change, we are working to support and educate ourselves and our community. For us, travel is first and foremost an avenue to learn from other cultures and better understand ourselves. Lucky for us, books and storytelling can help us sooth that longing for exploration, build empathy for people who experience things we will never endure, and deepen our connection to those outside our typical circle.

“Why did people ask "What is it about?" as if a novel had to be about only one thing.”
― Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie, Americanah

For the past several years, R.O. Kwon of Electric Literature gifted us a brilliant list of books written by women and non-binary writers of color. This year’s list affords us endless opportunities to expand our horizons and adventure during our time of isolation.

“For this short while, I want to forget about trepidation. Instead, I want to celebrate these 55 novels, collections, and memoirs.”

R.O. Kwon

What we’re currently reading:

In addition to educational books such as How to Be an Antiracist and Between the World and Me, we have also found great insights in the these stories:

Ifemelu and Obinze are young and in love when they depart military-ruled Nigeria for the West. Beautiful, self-assured Ifemelu heads for America, where despite her academic success, she is forced to grapple with what it means to be black for the first time. Quiet, thoughtful Obinze had hoped to join her, but with post-9/11 America closed to him, he instead plunges into a dangerous, undocumented life in London. Fifteen years later, they reunite in a newly democratic Nigeria, and reignite their passion—for each other and for their homeland.

The first time Isabel meets her father-in-law, Omar, he’s already dead—an apparition appearing uninvited on her wedding day. Her husband, Martin, still unforgiving for having been abandoned by his father years ago, confesses that he never knew the old man had died. So Omar asks Isabel for the impossible: persuade Omar’s family—especially his wife, Elda—to let him redeem himself.

Isabel and Martin settle into married life in a Texas border town, and Omar returns each year on the celebratory Day of the Dead. Every year Isabel listens, but to the aggrieved Martin and Elda, Omar’s spirit remains invisible. Through his visits, Isabel gains insight into not just the truth about his disappearance and her husband’s childhood but also the ways grief can eat away at love. When Martin’s teenage nephew crosses the Mexican border and takes refuge in Isabel and Martin’s home, questions about past and future homes, borders, and belonging arise that may finally lead to forgiveness—and alter all their lives forever.

Couch Adventures: We’re exploring virtually, join us!

We're all doing our part to #flattenthecurve, but that doesn't mean we can't explore. Thanks to the fine folks at Explore, Google Arts and Culture, NOAA and Smithsonian Magazine, we can explore the US National Parks, animals in the wild + in sanctuaries and even see the Northern Lights! 

 

1) Explore is our go-to site for all things LIVE CAM! “explore features a wide range of topics—from animal rights, health and human services, and poverty to the environment, education, and spirituality.” A couple of our favorites include:

Wolong Grove Panda Yard

Northern Lights


Manitoba, Canada

 

2) The US National Parks Service together with Google Arts and Culture created a jaw-dropping exploration of 5 of the US National parks. Our favorite is Bryce Canyon, but all 5 are worth a visit!

Hawaii Volcanoes

Bryce Canyon National Park

 

3) “Smithsonian Channel is currently making all 68 full-length episodes of “Aerial America” available for free and with no login requirement on Smithsonian Channel Plus. Every Tuesday and Thursday at 4 p.m. EST, Smithsonian Channel will also host a live "watch party” on their Facebook page to make the “Aerial America” viewing experience interactive despite social distancing.”

New Mexico


Land of Enchantment

American Wilderness

 

4) Our favorite in-person adventure is snorkeling with the Sea Lions on our Baja Glamping exploration. A virtual dive with NOAA is a pretty amazing supplement in these times!

Diving With
Sea Lions

 

The Art of Going For It, In Praise of Crappy Gear

Here I am in 2007 wearing a borrowed canvas bag to hike 27 miles into the Colca Canyon, the deepest canyon in the world located outside Arequipa, Peru. I don’t remember any discomfort or frustration with my insufficient gear, however, I do remember …

Here I am in 2007 wearing a borrowed canvas bag to hike 27 miles into the Colca Canyon, the deepest canyon in the world located outside Arequipa, Peru. I don’t remember any discomfort or frustration with my insufficient gear, however, I do remember finding joy in the fact that of the all the people in the area, this is the bag the only American was lent.

What makes for a memorable adventure? Is it the views, the camaraderie? Or is it the “oh my god, how am I going to get through this?”

While I wouldn’t classify myself as a “gear junky,” the description isn’t too far off and possibly only false due to limited funds. While I don’t have the latest and greatest, my gear closet contains a healthy quiver of backpacks, bikes, and skis perfectly suited for any adventure. I’m also a steadfast advocate of the Boy Scouts’ mantra of “Always be Prepared.” The Ten Essentials were only the starting point, even for minor hikes. A first aid kit worthy of an EMT, water to hydrate a platoon, and clothing for any weather change. To be fair, there were many times where my excessive precaution came in handy - spare clothing and water for my chronically less prepared friends, and mole-skin aplenty for the group’s blister needs allowed adventures to continue unabated.

Recently, I’ve had to challenge this OCD level of preparedness and I’ve found it has created a welcome perspective on adventure. During last year’s training for the Leadville 100 mountain bike race, a poorly timed family vacation to Seattle three weeks prior to the race threw a curve ball in my training. I needed to ride, but didn’t want to pay the cost to ship a bike nor rent one. So, I borrowed my brother-in-law’s slightly too small commuter bike, took the semi-clipless pedals off my sister’s bike, negated the must-have emergency items (pump, patches, tools, even a water bottle!), and went for wonderful 3 hr rides around Seattle. I am fortunate that I didn’t flat, but I knew the odds were unlikely and I could likely flag down a patch and pump from a fellow cyclist. Was I thirsty? Absolutely! And my cotton t-shirt was drenched in sweat.

Founder of Root Adventures, Breanne near the summit of Nevado Pisco in Peru in the year 2007 wearing only rented gear. Age of gear unknown, but it didn’t stop her from climbing to 18,871 feet!

Founder of Root Adventures, Breanne near the summit of Nevado Pisco in Peru in the year 2007 wearing only rented gear. Age of gear unknown, but it didn’t stop her from climbing to 18,871 feet!

I think we’ve become too comfortable in our outdoor adventures. We wear jackets and backpacks or ride bikes and skis that have as much R&D behind them as the Apollo space program. We carry GPS receivers that display our location on a map with pinpoint accuracy. The level of technical performance is stunning. But, have these advancements sanitized the adventure-ness of our experiences?

Learning to ski as a child in the Pacific Northwest was synonymous with embracing misery. My memories of those years include skiing in near zero visibility mist, at night, with a jacket and gloves becoming saturated with water. Straight skis, rental boots, and impossible snow conditions. It wasn’t fun and there were plenty of tears, but it was memorable!

It begs the question, what makes for a memorable adventure? I would argue that it’s some combination of physical discomfort in incredible natural environments that yields unforgettable memories. Yes, we can go further, longer, and faster with state-of-the-art equipment, but based on that formula, the jean skier, or the backpacker outfitted at the army surplus store, or even the backcountry skier embarking on snowshoes with skis strapped on the back, is having a grander adventure simply due to his increased discomfort and sense of uncertainty. Worse, this relentless advancement of technology has created an elitist mentality pervasive at some ski areas and trailheads. Rather than celebrating the guy or gal mustering the courage to tackle the very same trails on inferior gear, we silently snicker while riding off on our own plush comfortability enabled by the latest gear.

I loved cruising on my hardtail Stumpjumper for 16+ years until it was stolen.

I loved cruising on my hardtail Stumpjumper for 16+ years until it was stolen.

If we answer honestly to what our personal idea of adventure is, then it’s time to toss the latest ski magazine’s Buyers Guide straight to the recycle bin. Your gear is just fine. So, reintroduce some of the adventure by leaving the GPS watch at home and hone your map and compass skills. Wanting to try a new sport? Rather than drop several thousand dollars, borrow your friends’ gear, or check Craigslist for used gear.

Loving the outdoors and travel shouldn’t require a six-figure income. The only thing that matters is getting out there and creating memories, even if that includes being woken up to rain dripping through your dad’s decades old hand-me-down tent. Those are the memories that last.

Now go make some memories today!

— David, Root Ops Guy


The Joy of Real Food in the Backcountry!

Everyone’s happier with REAL, good food!

Everyone’s happier with REAL, good food!

Yes, yes, we know! Weight is at a premium when you must carry everything into that pristine backcountry spot! But some things are worth their weight. And I’d argue that REAL, good food tops that list. I know those freeze dried meals have “come a long way,” but not far enough, even for this non-foodie. The idea of hiking miles into the woods with a normal (not-ultralight, competitive set-up) to eat a meal for astronauts befuddles me. After all, we’re not going for a Fastest Known Time on the Appalachian Trail or competing in a multi-day adventure race. My favorite part of backpacking is cooking and consuming those hard-earned calories!

The poor man’s one-pot tofu phad thai!

The poor man’s one-pot tofu phad thai!

After climbing for miles and setting up camp, a big part of me just wants to curl up in my sleeping bag and call it a day. But really, why did I hike so far if not to enjoy the whole experience? I, for one, don’t hike just to get a pretty picture (that’s just an added perk!). I love nothing more that creating a backcountry masterpiece with my camp buddies and reminiscing over the day’s adventure. There’s not much else to do in the evening, so everyone is ready to help; many hands make light work and we are rewarded with a hot meal, great conversation, and loads of appreciation.

My go-to backpacking meals include: chicken fajitas, veggie pasta, a poor man’s phad thai, and berry pancakes. I certainly take some shortcuts in preparing my dishes, but fresh veggies and real ingredients abound!

Tips + tricks to make the best of backcountry cooking:

Popcorn is the BEST backcountry treat! And it’s density makes it and easy addition.

Popcorn is the BEST backcountry treat! And it’s density makes it and easy addition.

Stasher bags always make an appearance on my trips.

Stasher bags always make an appearance on my trips.

  • New to backcountry cooking? Buy a backcountry cookbook.

  • Use reusable containers! Sure those ziplocks seem desirable because they don’t weigh much, but let’s do our best to reduce our impact on the natural world by  if you’re in the backcountry, chances are you like nature. Let’s do our best to eliminate single-use plastics.

  • Save weight by carefully considering the amount of ingredients you will actually eat! Just because the tortillas come in packs of 10, doesn’t mean you need to bring all of them.

  • Mix spices for each dish in a Stasher pocket bag

  • Don’t forget your cooking oil! I like butter and ghee because they are a solid and less likely to leak on my gear. I recommend packets designed for baby food to store my oils and sauces.

  • Drain any beans, tuna, tofu, and other ingredients containing excess water

  • Just add water pancake mix like Birch Benders is the BEST. Be sure to measure enough for your party!  Adding berries or other fruit is an added bonus.

  • Popcorn is my FAVORITE backcountry treat! Bring a cup of kernels, toss it in some butter and enjoy! It’s also like backcountry tv for those areas with fire bans.

  • Rice noodles are incredibly light and quick to cook. My favorite dish is a poor man’s Pad Thai!

  • Pre-cut veggies to eliminate excess weight and waste.

  • Pre-cook and cut your meat to eliminate excess waste and reduce chances of foodborne illnesses.

  • Use plain ole ice to keep your items cold and limit weight for the hike out

  • If you want to keep weight as low as that of the freeze dried packets, make your own! Place instant rice rice or rice noodles, veggies, and any other ingredients in a Stasher stand-up bag and just add boiling water at the campsite, add a premixed peanut sauce once all ingredients are cooked.

  • Platypus bottles work great for pasta sauce…or any other sauce!

  • Good coffee is always a welcome treat on those cold mornings. A lightweight Aeropress makes delicious coffee, perfect for sipping out of a custom Root Adventures Miir mug.

Get your own Rooted Mountain Miir Camp Cup in our shop! Perfect to keep your beverages warm OR cold!

Get your own Rooted Mountain Miir Camp Cup in our shop! Perfect to keep your beverages warm OR cold!

My go to cookware:

What did I miss?! What are your favorite backcountry recipes, tips, and tricks?

Say Thank You, Not Sorry!

Celebrating making it down the hairpin turns!

Celebrating making it down the hairpin turns!

I always wanted to learn how to mountain bike but never made it a priority. That all changed last month.

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At 37 years old, I hop on my very old and heavy bike gifted to me by my generous friend. With little skill and perhaps too much optimism, I join 4 badass women on the trails of southern Colorado.

The trail starts with an immediate and persistent ascent. My excitement and inexperience lead me to exhaust my energy within the first couple miles. With shaky legs I make it to the top ready to take it easy. We head down our first descent. What a blast! Perfect single track free of rocks and roots with small whoop de doos. Perfect for this novice but ambitious biker. I take a couple falls on the hairpin turns, but nothing to knock my spirits. I jump up with a little extra adrenaline and a smile on my face and catch up to my patiently waiting friends. I give them a thank you, they offer encouragement and off we go again.

Whoop de dooooooooo!

Whoop de dooooooooo!

We reach a huge (okay, huge to me only) whoop de doo. The ladies are soaking in this opportunity to catch air! They offer their best tips on how to approach it. I gain speed, set my weight back, and go for it! I made it to the otherside (no air, but made it)! They ask if I want to give it another go and I decline…I can feel “the end is nigh.” I mean…I do have to go back UP that exhilarating descent. I take a few pictures of the kickass ladies and let them know I may be at my end.

We meander our way back up. Shockingly, it wasn’t so bad. After a quick lunch break, we hop back on our bikes with a bit more pep and optimism. I clip-in and immediately tip over into a cactus - my pep and optimism are clearly a facade. Too bad the end is still 4 miles out.

At this point, I knew most of these badass women a total of 2 days. It’s amazing what adventure can do to cement new friendships.

At this point, I knew most of these badass women a total of 2 days. It’s amazing what adventure can do to cement new friendships.

Without an option to bow-out, I carry on. The girls inform me there is a slightly easier option out, but they are all going the “fun way”. Never one to turn away from fun (or the safety of traveling with a group), I opt to take the hard way out with the rest of the group. After receiving a couple tips on how to handle these tight-turn whoop de doos, I’m off. And it feels good! Like, really good. I’m going fast, I’m moving my weight with each turn, it is all finally connecting. I catch up with the group and they offer their encouragement and excitement for my improvement. I could get used to this.

With my ego enlarged, I continue pulling up the rear. I hear my friend Jenna shout, “watch out for this root!” I come around the hairpin turn and find the root with my tire. I do my best to hold the line, but ultimately lose it. I come down HARD! Jenna later informs me she knew it was bad when all she heard was silence. I’m having a full-on panic attack and am still clipped in, laying on the ground straddling my bike. I remember Jenna asking several questions and thinking, “I know the answer to that, just tell her the answer!” She is phenomenal at calming me down. Her calm, confident questioning remind me that I am in control. My breath returns to normal, I unclip, untangle myself from the bike, and try to stand up. SHIT! My knee! I finally get to my feet. The pain is tolerable, so long as I don’t bend my toes or my knee. Perfect.

Babes biking in sequin skirts!

Babes biking in sequin skirts!

Jenna and I walk to meet the group. We devise a plan to get me out as easily as possible. Two girls bike ahead to bring the car closer. Two girls stay with me to help navigate our way out. It is all I can do to keep myself from apologizing. All day, I’ve been holding up the pack and have made a concerted effort to thank them for their patience and keep a smile on my face. No one wants to adventure with the negative apologetic, but most everyone enjoys a joyful, appreciative optimist. But now, after putting our ride to a complete stop, I can’t help but feel guilty. I am apologizing profusely in my head, but want to show these lovely women how much I appreciate them, not ask for their forgiveness. I tell them about my efforts to refrain from saying I’m sorry and they are in complete agreement and express their appreciation for my positive attitude.

Becky KILLING it on the whoop de doo!P.S. If you’re lucky enough to know Becky Marcelliano, you’re lucky enough!

Becky KILLING it on the whoop de doo!

P.S. If you’re lucky enough to know Becky Marcelliano, you’re lucky enough!

The day could have been a bust! It could have been a day full of anger and frustration and self-deprecation, a day I would look back on with resentment…I mean, I fell 5 times, tore my meniscus and bruised my patella. But it wasn’t! It will always be one of my favorite memories simply because I decided to show gratitude, not self-hate. Apologizing for doing your best only signals you don’t value effort and it gives your fellow adventurers the impression that you are holding back (at their expense). If you’re doing your best, you have nothing to apologize for and everything to celebrate.

We make it to the car and I scream out in joy! I thank them all profusely! It’s time for some celebratory beers and a dip in cold water. As we sit in the nearby creek (to ice my knee, of course), we recount the day’s adventure, laugh uncontrollably, act a fool, and savour the joy that comes only when a group of women come together to live their best life and support one another!

— Breanne Kiefner, Root Adventures Founder

Post adventure dip in the creek, aka nature’s ice bath.

Post adventure dip in the creek, aka nature’s ice bath.

My personal favorite part of adventuring…stuffing my face!

My personal favorite part of adventuring…stuffing my face!

This Ain't It: When Death is Looming (and Your Kids are Watching)

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This ain’t it

The salt water mixed with blood and both dripped down to pool in the small holes in the rocks.  I stood doubled over with my hands on my knees in shock and confusion. The fly line was wrapped around my arms and the rod tip bounced on the rock while the rest of the rod was left to the mercy of the tide.

My wife, Heidi, broke the silence, “I think your leg is broken.” 

“It’s not broken.”  I quietly replied while still mentally evaluating each area of my body.  The adrenalin was wearing off and my nerves were waking up.  

“Are you sure it’s not broken?  It looks broken.  Like, it looks like your bone is sticking out.  See, that thing there, on your shin?  It looks like your bone is sticking out”

Everyone should have their wife standing next to them with colorful commentary while contemplating their existence in the galaxy.

“I just need a minute.”

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It had been a while since I felt the presence of death.  The last time that it seemed inevitable I had blown a tire in Mexico while passing a semi at 70mph. Memories are funny.  The clearest memory to this day is the sound.  The sound of wind blowing through every worn-out piece of weather stripping in a 1983 Vanogan as I fishtailed through oncoming traffic and the semi I was passing..  Fate willed the 8-thousand-pound vehicle off the highway and the first words from my co-pilot were "I owe you are margarita."   As one says, that was a different time.  I was younger, unmarried, no kids and being woken up by Mexican gunships or brawling with robbers in Argentina was par for the course.  Surviving was part of the experience and met with celebrations and pride. 

This was not “a different time”.  This was now.  My two children ran down the beach to join my wife and I on the rocks.

I felt shame.

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My wife and I reference travel-with-small-children as “trips”.  They are not vacations.  A vacation implies rest where another noun for trip is “a journey” and a verb for trip is “a stumble; misstep”.  Our trips typically combine the journey with the missteps. 

A trip is a travel badge we wear with honor.  When we land in a foreign country and re-navigate our comfort and unease of “why didn’t we go to fucking Hawaii” the two tiny planets orbiting our every move remind us.  Their minds are open and they trust we brought them here for a reason. 

In March 2018, we took our family trip to Costa Rica.  It was perfect.  And for the first time since we had kids it started to have the feel of a vacation.  We didn’t have to watch their every move, balance nap schedules, or keep them entertained.  They were showing their independence and we got to enjoy the beers and beach sunsets that reminded us of how lucky we are.  I even picked up a saltwater rig to test my luck on the Pacific. 

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The first day I set out was exploratory.  Moving along the rock outcroppings and trying to find some spots that looked good.  Then, blindly picking flies Russian roulette style, learning the rod, and slinging the sea creatures into the tide.   It was fruitless for fish but eye-opening for the experience.

Day two was more successful and I managed to land a couple small fish.  The internet was down (a truck that was too tall drove through the power lines in town wiping out internet for the week…. Pura Vida) and having done little research I can’t tell you what I landed but they were fish and we can leave it at that. 

The following day my wife and kids joined me on the beach. They were ready to see what dad was up to when I disappeared each morning and I was ready to show them.  The ocean was different.  The rocks where I previously stood were wet and the tide was rough and foamy.    Waves hit the outer line of the cliffs and sent the salt spray into the air.  I waited patiently, or what I thought was patiently, catching hermit crabs and building houses for our captives with the kids.  I checked back every ten minutes to see if the ocean had calmed.

After a quiet stretch I figured we were a go.  I bounced out on the peninsula in my flip flops and started looking for flashers.  I had seen some big fish the day before and was ready to put one on the grill. 

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But the ocean was still different.  The tide took control of my line on each cast and the likelihood of hooking up seemed slim. I fished for a while and  just couldn’t figure it out.  My inexperience fishing the ocean was showing and when I was about to move to a new location I looked at the horizon and noticed that a set was coming in.  The wave that was building looked bigger and gave me pause.  I looked back at my wife, put my hands up in the air like “what can you do” chuckled and thought, “bummer that I am about to get my shirt wet”.  I waited, squatted down to hold on, and planned to duck under the spray.

The Pacific laughed.  It reminded me of my insignificance.

I popped- up in a channel between the cliffs; panicked but aware.  My clothes were wet and heavy and I could feel one flip-flop twisted onto my ankle.  My immediate instinct was to swim the channel towards the beach and try to climb out.  A couple of strokes in to the swim and the water sucked out of the channel and pulled me further from land.  The next wave buried me. 

When I surfaced again I could see my wife on the cliffs above me.  The feeling of being physically helpless is unique.  It is not endurance tired or mentally drained.  Both mind and body work but are not built for the task.  The next wave buried me again, but this time into the rock that made up the cliff wall.  Sharp and unforgiving but land. A lifeline from the thoughts previously creeping into my head.  The water disappeared and I was left on the cliff.  All I had to do was climb out.

“Noah!  Hold on!  There is another one coming”

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Anybody who has been married long enough knows that the tone makes the sentence.  The tone that I heard was pillared on helpful, hopeful, and hopeless.   The last wave was a final reminder to make sure the new scars on my legs would be matched with the ones in my mind. The rocks felt like cheese graders under the pressure. I held on.

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Pop culture is a timestamp that can help frame a period.  A song, celebrity, or movie can jog your memory of a time or place totally unrelated to the topic.  Prior to our trip we had been binge watching the western show Godless.   Frank Griffin, the villain of the story played by Jeff Daniels would frequently repeat his famous line:

This ain’t my death.  I’ve seen my death; this ain’t it

That evening there was no irrational confidence like Frank Griffin.  We reset the vibe with a sunset, beers, and butterfly bandages; reflected on the journey and missteps.  But Frank was right about one thing.  We toasted our beers while our kids played out the light on the beach in front of us.   I tipped my can to the Pacific.  This ain’t it.




Building a Business in the Peak of Postpartum Saved My Life

Doing my best to share my knowledge of meditation and mindfulness with our son. Did you know you can listen to “stories” on the Insight app? Best options for toddlers!

Doing my best to share my knowledge of meditation and mindfulness with our son. Did you know you can listen to “stories” on the Insight app? Best options for toddlers!

If I hadn't suffered from postpartum depression, I wouldn't know my full potential. As they say, "it's darkest before the dawn."

It was a Wednesday. My boss was leading a team meeting and out of nowhere, I completely melted. I can't even remember what set me off, but there I was, crying in front of my colleagues. My boss asked me to "hang back." He was aware that my performance was lacking but hadn't had the nerve to confront me until he had no other choice. He was sympathetic to my state of mind but also had a business to run. In the kindest words possible, he said I needed to "get my shit together or I was out."

I had plans to meet my longtime friend and former coworker for lunch that day. Walking to lunch, tears poured down my face. I tried my best to compose myself, but she instantly knew something wasn't right. As a fellow mom, she knew the struggle of finding yourself in this new role and recognized the deep pain she had felt during her own postpartum depression. She sat with me for two hours and I laid all my pain on the table. Finally, after I had nothing left to share, she told me, "you need to start your own business."

The calm before the postpartum depression storm. Those early days treated our family well!

The calm before the postpartum depression storm. Those early days treated our family well!

That was it. That was all I needed to hear. In those seven words, she handed control back to me. I was not going to be a victim of my circumstances; I was going to own and change them. On the walk home, I designed my entire business in my head. I also made a commitment to first make things right with my current employer. I had a one-year-old son, a full-time job and debilitating depression, but somehow, I was going to do this!

Within a month, I had the business name, a mission, website and daily meetings scheduled during my lunch breaks with someone whom I could learn from (hint, hint…there is something to learn from literally everyone!). I reached out to every strong woman leader I knew and asked for their thoughts, opinions and any connection or education they could offer. I was still reeling from the dark cloud of depression, but I was starting to gain some control and it felt amazing. I dedicated myself to getting mysales numbers up at my current job during the day, loving my family for those couple hours I had my son in the evening and spent every other waking hour developing the business.

This day, I contemplated suicide. Read the full story here.

This day, I contemplated suicide. Read the full story here.

Entrepreneurship (much like motherhood) is a thankless, grueling, lonesome mission. I needed encouragement and inspiration to help me maintain consistency. My commitment to connecting with people helped bring a little motivation every day. Every time I met with one person, I asked to be introduced to another. My confidence rose, my network expanded, and my ambition and energy level grew alongside my increasingly packed schedule. I worked out in the early morning, meditated almost daily, and started eating better, all in addition to my full-time job and developing business. I was now able to wake up and get my kid ready for the day, I showed my husband more love and appreciation and most importantly, I showed myself more love and appreciation.

In allowing people to help me and putting myself in a vulnerable position, I gifted myself confidence and inspiration. Not only was I returning to my pre-motherhood self, I was surpassing her. I was becoming who I've always wanted to be. My network even led me to a psychiatrist and mindfulness coach (yes, that's a thing! And a resource every person should seek out!) who both helped me rewire negative thoughts. I became a kinder, more empathic person focused on helping people connect. My business SAVED MY LIFE.

Realizing my dream of bringing incredible women together with the purpose of self care and deep healing!

Realizing my dream of bringing incredible women together with the purpose of self care and deep healing!

To be clear, the work is far from over. I forget to meditate for weeks at a time, I lose motivation to workout, I'll grab fast food because I have no energy to cook and clean, and occasionally feel like all this work is for not because my business could still fail. But I have two years of evidence of what can happen through hard work and focus. When I'm discouraged, I remember where I came from and where I want to go. Just today, my mindfulness coach led me in a visualization technique that started with recalling the joy and excitement of when my business was still only an idea and extrapolating that feeling forward to my future goals.

This is the face of an empowered entrepreneur, complete with double chin, wrinkles and age spots…all signs of a life well lived!

This is the face of an empowered entrepreneur, complete with double chin, wrinkles and age spots…all signs of a life well lived!

Depression is isolating, but I found connection and vulnerability to be an integral part of my recovery. To be clear, the road to mental health is long, winding and full of peaks and valleys. And my story is no different. I am still very much in the process of healing, but had it not been for the opportunity to create and connect, I wouldn't be where I am. Find the thing that excites and scares you. It may seem overwhelming, but there is a good chance that the very act of chasing that dream will help pull you out of the depths and give you a chance to seek help. Yes, there will be hurdles and heartache, but nothing is more empowering than taking control of the wheel on the road to reaching your fullest potential. Besides, what do you have to lose?!

With love,

Breanne Kiefner, Founder of Root Adventures

Finding Joy in the Long, Arduous Fail

Just after 30 miles into the race and feeling great!

Just after 30 miles into the race and feeling great!

“Everyone will reach a summit today. Maybe not the mountain’s summit, but their personal one. Enjoy the view wherever that is.”
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Brett Okida, 2005, my mountaineering guide

 It is cold and clear at the 6:30am start of the Leadville 100 mountain bike race. At 10,200 feet above sea level, I roll up to the start line with unwavering confidence that I will cross the finish line. Afterall, I enjoy suffer-fests and have completed numerous endurance events even longer in duration. There’s a chance I will earn the coveted sub-nine-hour finisher’s buckle, I think. Leadville, however, is renowned for breaking bodies, spirits, and equipment. With a shotgun blast from the race’s enigmatic founder, the pack begins the fast and cold sprint out of town.

 Road transitions to trail and the pace grinds to a halt as riders squeeze through choke points. The energy is palpable whenever the pack can disperse as riders mash their pedals, only to run into the next traffic jam proceeding the next climb or trail narrowing. The dust is relentless and it feels like riding through a nightclub complete with smoke machine and strobe light as the rising sun pierces the thin pine forest from my left. I alternate between sun blindness and glimpses of upcoming obstacles. Fellow riders are six inches off my front and rear tires an I’m rubbing elbows with the guy next to me. I’m loving it!

2nd visit with the family…exhaustion is setting in.

2nd visit with the family…exhaustion is setting in.

Rolling into the first aid station, I check my pace against the timetable taped to my handlebar: 9:30 hour pace. Awesome! Considering the traffic I contended with earlier, sub-9hr is within reach!

Several hours of smooth riding at a good pace and a quick stop at the Twin Lakes Aid Station staffed with my family and friends, the course begins the steep and relentless Columbine Climb: 3,000 ft of elevation gain over the next 10 miles, topping out at 12,600ft above sea level.

I’m normally a strong, determined, consistent climber. However, today, in the Tortoise and the Hare saga it seems I became a hare, albeit a very slow one. I stop multiple times to dismount, stretch my back, and catch my breath. Numerous riders pass, but I reel a few back in once remounting. I’ve never played this rookie-ish role before. I can’t figure out what my body needs. I leave the aid station refreshed and on schedule with my planned food and drink consumption. I focus on smoothly turning my pedals over. Again. And again. And again…

Fueling up at Root camp.

Fueling up at Root camp.

Following the arduous ascent and a terrifying fast descent I roll back into the aid station several hours later. I feel tired, but good considering I’ve mountain biked 60 miles over the last 6 ½ hours and I am confident I’ll finish, though sub-9 hours is off the table.

Several hours of relentless grinding and I arrive at the last significant climb of the race. Not long after I downshift to my granny gears and steady myself for the climb ahead, a minor knee discomfort that arose during the last few training rides returns with a vengeance. I simply cannot apply sufficient pressure with my left leg to ascend without gasping in pain. Nine out of ten riders are still pedaling but the climb is steep enough that I don’t mind walking. I remount with every flattening of the road. With each pedal stroke, the amount of force I can apply decreases until I am struggling on the mildest of hills. So, I walk. For miles I walk uphill in bike shoes to the click clacking of my cleats. I closely watch the time and compare it to my course profile. It hits me: I am not going to make the official 12-hour finisher’s cutoff.

Leaders of the race flying through.

Leaders of the race flying through.

At no point prior to today did I consider not making the 12-hour cutoff. It was a given that no matter how bad my day went I would still finish in time. I accept the situation surprisingly quickly but am still certain that I will cross the finish line, even if the race staff have gone home and I cross the line in the dark. I text my wife who is waiting anxiously at the finish, “Knee hurts bad. Am walking. No buckle.” Typing those words brings tears to my eyes.

I reach the top of the road climb and push my bike into St. Kevin’s aid station. This would be an acceptable place to stop. I’ve already pushed my bike for miles. I’ve been on my bike for 12 hours. But, I also know that with another thirty minutes of pushing my bike uphill I will reach the rolling descent back into town. I ask the staff for Ibuprofen. They respond, “No, it will cause your liver to fail.” Much appreciated advice in my delirious state.

Endurance racing is a team effort. I’m so lucky to have the support of my family!

Endurance racing is a team effort. I’m so lucky to have the support of my family!

 I remount and peddle 100 feet before having to dismount and push. And push. Ride a little, dismount at the slightest incline, push the bike uphill, ride and repeat. Fortunately, I reach the summit, accelerate with the descent and avoid pedaling unless absolutely necessary. Twelve hours earlier on this same section of trail I never imagined my day would go like this.

 I reach the valley floor and the rolling road followed by what I heard was a deceivingly tough climb back into town. My knee is getting worse with each pedal stroke. The bare minimum pressure, just enough to maintain forward momentum on flat ground is too much. I try unclipping my left leg and letting it hang while my right leg keeps spinning. That hurts worse. I am only miles from the finish, but the elevation profile won’t let me forget the remaining climb. Less than 10 miles to go, if I walk that’ll take 2.5 hrs in bike cleats? Ouch. I literally can’t pedal. Is this worth it? What am I doing to my knee?

My last smile of the race?!

My last smile of the race?!

At mile 96, with just 7ish miles to go (yes, it’s 103 miles total), with tears swelling in my eyes and my voice cracking, I call my wife and tell her I’m done. Other racers and course marshals encourage me to continue. I am so f*cking close. I just can’t. I have walked so far already, in bike shoes, nonetheless.

 As I wait on the side of the road for my friend’s truck, I recall the advice from my veteran mountaineering guide many years ago, “Everyone will reach a summit today. Maybe not the mountain’s summit, but their personal one. Enjoy the view wherever that is.” With that thought, I unclip my helmet, enjoy the last few sips of water, sit down to enjoy the setting sun and relish in what I accomplished.

My first DNF (did not finish). The finisher medal and the belt buckle would be gratifying. But the point of these events isn’t a piece of hardware, it’s to test one’s body, mind and spirit through the doubts and pain that accumulate over 13 hours of exertion. I don’t feel like I failed. Rather, this DNF feels more special than the races I did complete or the mountains I did summit. Those “victories” were amazing but getting slapped down and coming up short despite giving everything I had is unforgettable.

The Leadville 100 got the best of me that day, but I will return. And next time crossing that finish line will be that much sweeter.

My summit…

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Solo Backpacking with a Toddler: You can do it!

Those lake views tho!!Also the moment right before he soaked his diaper, adding a lead weight to my pack for the way out. #leavenotrace

Those lake views tho!!

Also the moment right before he soaked his diaper, adding a lead weight to my pack for the way out. #leavenotrace

I was scared sh*tless at the idea of solo backpacking with a 3yo and my pup, but was dying to be in nature. It took an hour to go 1 mile in 86 degree heat, but it ended up being the best memory making weekend in my life as a mother. Feeling like a BADASS and more in love with my kid than ever!

If you’re questioning whether or not to do the hard thing...this is your sign!

A few things I learned (of course this list isn’t comprehensive, so PLEASE know your skills and consider what you’re getting into!):

1) COMMIT! I know this one goes without saying, but I gotta tell you, it makes ALL the difference. Wednesday afternoon, I decided I wanted to go backpacking on Friday. As I packed on Thursday, I told myself repeatedly that “I could bail. Just bail!” On Friday, I loaded the car and said, “you can still bail!” As I was driving to the mountains I reminded myself, “it’s not too late to bail!” I loaded up my bag on my shoulders at the trailhead and again said, “you really don’t have to do this!” I started walking and my son was NOT in the mood (it was 86 degrees and sunny!) and I again told myself, “you can just turn around.” Somehow despite my best efforts, I made it to the lake, set up camp and had the time of my life! I only wish I would have just committed to the adventure from moment one! Think of all the stress I could have eliminated had I just committed!

Quesadillas! Is there a more efficient food out there?! And they’re delicious. And a shoutout to Stasher bags for helping me limit my single-use plastics!

Quesadillas! Is there a more efficient food out there?! And they’re delicious. And a shoutout to Stasher bags for helping me limit my single-use plastics!

2) Pack foods you know your kid loves. When I backpacked pre-kid, I remember meal time was my favorite part! Nothing is quite as delicious as a hard-earned backcountry meal! Things are different now! As is with all meals, our kid is SUPER picky - and that doesn’t change in the backcountry. I was sure to bring his faves: peanut butter, bars, raisins, and popcorn (what’s more fun than cooking popcorn over the campfire, aka nature’s tv?!). Sure I brought more substantial food like soup and quesadillas. NO ONE wants a hangry toddler in the backcountry, so I’ll let you guess what won out!

3) Include them in the planning. Toddlers (or at least mine) are like most adults, they are more apt to get onboard if they know what they are getting into. From the moment I decided we were going backpacking, my kid was a part of every step: packing, gathering food, talking about the hike, discussing sleeping in the tent, etc. By the time we reached the trailhead, he was STOKED! Did it stay that way…of course not, but we sure enjoyed those first 3 minutes of the hike!

This morning view made all the work worth it!

This morning view made all the work worth it!

4) Pack twice the water you think you will need or at least a water filter. And ensure you’ll be near a water source! Spills are inevitable and even more frequent when there isn’t a flat surface. Plus, spilling the water your mom carried all the way up the mountain out of a camelbak is just OH SO FUN!

5) Travel a trail you know well and DON’T be too ambitious! If this is your first time backpacking solo with a kid, I highly recommend knowing what you are getting into! Our trail was less than a mile each way, but it felt MUCH longer. I had a 50lb bag and a kid who wavered between “super excited” and “I’m going to sit here and dig in the dirt.” It took an hour to go less than a mile. Carrying a bag for 2 people for one mile isn’t so bad, but carrying that same bag for a toddler mile is a whole different story! Fortunately, I had done the trail before, so even though I was sure we had been hiking for miles, my knowledge of the trail ensured I knew we were in the right spot (and hadn’t overshot our destination by two miles, which my legs were trying to insist was the case!)

“[…]best memory making weekend in my life as a mother. Feeling like a BADASS and more in love with my kid than ever!”

“[…]best memory making weekend in my life as a mother. Feeling like a BADASS and more in love with my kid than ever!”

6) Include them in everything at camp! We have been camping with our kid several times and find camping to be the easiest place to parent. If you haven’t camped with a toddler before, you may see everything around you as a hazard, but truly, everything around you is a toy or a new discovery. Kids, by nature, love to help and contribute. And camping makes that trait even more apparent. Whether I am making dinner, filtering water, setting up the tent, feeding the dog or simply cleaning up, he wanted to help with EVERYTHING! And wanted to learn about everything. I am never concerned with his safety in the outdoors because he is too preoccupied with learning.

Our backpacking packing list:

Fire starter
Whistle
Map/Compass
Headlamps
Knife/tool/repair kit
First aid kit
Sunscreen/chapstick
Tent
Sleeping pads
Sleeping bags
Water filter
Stove
Cookware
Flatware
Dishes
Dog food
Camera
Sunglasses
toiletries
Toilet paper
face wipes
water bowl
bear bag rope

Toddler specific items:

diapers
acetaminophen
boots
toys
Sippy cup/water bottle
Utensils
Sleep sack
Sunglasses
Sun hat
Warm hat
Gloves
rain jacket
pjs
Plenty of extra clothes (accidents happen)