I’m Annie, no Anne…no Annie is fine. I have a diagnosis; one that you can infer makes it difficult, at times, to make decisions. I’ve got what is called Bipolar Disorder, so I’d like to share with you a true story of profound experiences that have come to define me in so many ways. My earliest memories are solidified with equal amounts of joy, self-expression, discovery, innocence and freedom. Sanity was only a term mothers used to describe the many challenges that came with raising children,...

The start of my journey at Yosemite Valley’s Happy Isles “Looks like you’ve got a storm to outrun,” said the weathered old man with his wife to me as I made my way out of Devil’s Postpile National Monument around 3:30pm. As I looked up, I saw I was just at the edge of the storm as the sun peaked through the clouds towards the clear blue skies ahead. I could hear the thunder behind me every so often breaking the rhythm of my hurried footsteps and labored breathing. I felt alive, in tune with...

This road leads from Ocean through City and on across Deserts bequeathed by Tarantulas to Mormons Flat oven expanses Lacking even cacti...