mt. san jacinto, part 2.

Maybe an hour and a half into the return hike, I fell. It’s weird because I don’t fall that often. I mean, as adults I guess we should all pretty much not fall that often. I tried to remember the last time I fell and couldn’t (but then I did—it was in Scotland, also during the […]

mt. san jacinto, part 1.

  An hour into the hike, I had mentally given up. The elevation was the toughest part; I couldn’t catch my breath unless I was completely motionless and sitting. But once I sat, it was hard to get up and start walking again. I compromised by leaning against trees, counting to thirty, making myself move […]

delicate.

S and I leave in a few hours for a camping trip in the Marion Mountains. We bought special socks for an eleven-mile hike in Mount San Jacinto. You have to take the Palm Springs aerial tramway to get there. I’ve been on it before and I took pictures the whole way up to distract […]

broke down.

The bus from Palm Springs to downtown LA broke down in a tiny, nameless desert town. Nobody spoke English. The bus driver didn’t speak English. The man sitting next to me—an overjoyed, perpetually smiling character who was traveling with his large family and who kept offering me pieces of some kind of Mexican flatbread—couldn’t speak […]

sun sun sun

This past weekend marked my first Coachella. I spent five nights up in Indio, returning with a weird triangle of sunburn on my right shoulder and a vicious stomach bug that forced me to delay my return to Scotland by two days. I’m back in Los Angeles now, windows open, laundry spinning, eating saltines and […]