My (forced) evolution from climber to coach. Over the past year I’ve gone from climbing 10+ hours a week to coaching from the ground. Climbing was a huge part of growing up for me as a kid, and I’m so happy to be coaching a youth team now and spreading the love. However, it’s been … More From climber to coach
Today I see the wet brick streets And red lamppost shops Of Montreal I smell the green grass of Vancouver I taste the sweet coconut of that sticky bun You bought me from the supermarket behind the climbing gym And the tang of the blood that encircled my calf as I cried happily at the … More I remember!
Christmas spread a bright, peaceful blanket all across the city. The bouncy snow and fluffy pines rang with joyful silence that seemed to wash all things heavy from the city. I hope everyone felt this blissful presence. I’m finding it hard to write of Christmas because it seemed to arrive so abruptly. I was simply … More Bright Christmas
When you experience loss, you can run dry of things to say to the world. Nothing to say, because you’ve lost the part of you that was interesting. Nothing to talk about, so it gets way easier to slowly drift away from everyone, ripple-lines softer and wider, floating down the Land of the Long White … More The Land of the Long White Clouds
Shitty shale. That’s what lay, hundreds of metres steep, between the summit of Morro Peak and our pallid figures across the valley. We summited a mountain that day, just not the one we had planned. “The wrong side of the valley “ This is a conundrum that we end up facing on basically every day-trip summit attempt with … More Not Morro Peak
In honour of Mother’s Day: Some of the funnest memories I have are of hitting the road with my mum. In Fiji the roadtrips were not long–a weekly, hour-long migration from the capital, Suva, to various beach hotels or the grand five-star resort island of Denarau. My mum would chat with the locals atthe front … More Roadtrips: pools, walls & breakfast buffets
When we’re both old enough to order a beer, you and I, I’m going to take you for a week on the road. I’ll drive and soon you’ll be singing along with me to that James Taylor you’ve never really loved. Your voice is better than I’ve always hinted. We’ll sit, car doors fanned open … More A Letter to My Sister
“What other major cities have you been to, Trin?” my friend asked. I remained spellbound at the entrance to the Royal Ontario Museum (ROM), its large angular windows reflecting light droplets of spring rain in time with the city’s cool breath. “Um, none.” I turned to him and grinned ruefully. “How about you?” I haven’t … More Dreams and the Dinosaur Exhibit: my visit to the ROM