Hi, My Name is Katie and I Married an Adventurer.

Me? Well, I’m not sure what I am.  I love the outdoors. I can specifically look back on my summers spent hiking, mountain biking, and rafting in the North Carolina mountains and attribute most of who I think I am as a person (other than my parents) to those camp days.

I want my ashes sprinkled in Pisgah National Forest when I die. But an adventurer? GULP. I’m not sure.

When my husband and I began dating almost a decade ago, he had just completed his Appalachian Trail through hike. I was impressed and knew I would marry him with in 48 hours of meeting him. I even called my mom and told her I’d met my husband. Much of our time in those early days was spent talking about his AT hike and plans for trips we wanted to take together. Some trips we took on long weekends to the coast or the mountains, kayaking and hiking parts of our great state of NC and loving the land. Other trips we dreamed about. But dreaming and doing are two very different things, so I just lived my everyday life and enjoyed our long weekend trips.

When he took off on his bike trip across America, I knew if I was going to marry him, I needed to want to be an adventurer.

I love spa weekends with my friends, I like shopping, I love fancy restaurants and am interested in fashion and home decor. But when I close my eyes and think about the last time I was truly happy, stress free and alive, I’m instantly on a mountain top, sweaty and cold at the same time, breathing deeply with the sun on my face. I want to feel that again. I want that to me my life. I want my children to see that me and my husband to see that me, again. I want my children to experience that feeling, as much as possible, everyday, with me.

I’m going to be an adventurer.

So what I plan to contribute here, is the day to day of our adventures. The feelings I’m having about everything that we’re doing, the how-to’s of what we’re doing each day, “hacks” I learn along the way, how our small children are handling our adventure, and everything in between. The good, the great, and the UGLY as sin parts. I promise. I’m honest to a fault.

Won’t you come along?

*I can’t spell. This will burn my mother-in-laws eyes (love you Barbara!) but I’m terrible with grammar. So please, be gentle and keep this in mind while reading my posts. TIA