Posts Written By
Hollie Ernest
When I told my mom I was cycling across the U.S. at the age of 24 and that I planned to go solo, she started crying and then got a ...
On September 8, 2020, I woke before dawn but sunrise never came. Instead, a curtain of scarlet bled across the sky from east to west, like a translucent cloth backlit ...
Sunscreen drips into my eyes. I use my hand to wipe sweat from my brow and wipe my hand on already saturated shorts. “I was thinking strawberry and vanilla. What ...
“Well, now I can say I’ve done it,” he said as he squeezed out of the borrowed, narrow one-person tent. At age 63, it was my dad’s first time camping ...
There are people who do their laundry a few hours before they remember they have a flight, and there are people who pack six days in advance. These two people ...
When my trusty MSR Whisperlite International stove started sputtering in the high pampas of Ecuador, I stubbornly dug my heels in. I knew my stove so well that after years ...
I looked down at the sleeve of Oreos in my handlebar bag, the Pop-Tart crumbs embedded in my zipper, and I drank another gulp of chocolate milk. Sometimes it’s fun ...
I recently read that males use fewer exclamation points than females. I had never really thought about it, but I looked back on a string of texts with three of ...
Though my breathing was labored just going up the stairs, my body didn’t feel rested, and I worried about the mountainous Andean ascent that loomed ahead, I was ready to ...
Whenever I cancel a trip due to weather reports, it seems like whatever hellacious storm that is sure to come somehow misses me and I’m stuck inside with all the chores ...
