From a summer night in the Kootenays🌞 This water might just be the coldest I’ve been in, but couldn’t resist going for a dip with views like this. Went in 3 or 4 times during the day, which was a great refresher after a long hike in 30 degree heat🔥
Photo taken by @angelaliggs
Artio. Goddess of wild life, transformation, and abundance.
She is a bear Goddess who awakens in the spring to announce the season and share fruit from Her storehouse. This is the fruit of daily providence and abundance, even as the earth itself will soon show signs of abundant life and fruitfulness.
Her name comes from the old Celtic word for bear, arth(e), which the Romans Latinized to artos.
Artio arrived in western Europe with the Helvetii a Celtic tribe who migrated to Switzerland around 450 BC. They worshiped Her as the “She-Bear”. In Northern Europe the bear was always associated with transformation and shape-shifting. The female bear usually passes the pregnant period in hibernation so it can give birth in the spring. If we associate with Shamanism, where such a figure is constantly found, the period of pregnancy during hibernation in winter symbolizes the journey in the midst of darkness while the birth of the cub in early spring symbolizes the return to light with the knowledge obtained during the season. This also symbolizes a cycle of transformation.
Some view Artio as a goddess of the hunt but she is more that of a protector – like a mother bear who fiercely protects her cubs. Artio protects wild animals and the natural world, bestowing the abundance of nature of us, her human children. ---
1. Artio, Celtic Goddess of Wild Life, Transformation and Abundance by Judith Shaw
2. Artio - Bear Goddess of Abundance by DanFF on santuariolunar.com
8 plane rides total, but worth every second of travel. Norway is awesome!!
5923122 February, 2020
I’ll never forget the first time I saw Mt. Rainier. I was 19 and on my way to Alaska for the first time. We had a layover in Seattle on a clear day, and I looked out the window on the descent and saw it.
I grew up with the Catskills—my first thought was damn, that’s a big mountain. But aesthetically, it was also more striking, more spectacular, than any peak I’d seen before.
Years later, when I was living in Seattle, people would differentiate between clear and cloudy days by saying “the mountain’s out today.” If the mountain was out, I’d walk the three blocks up to Kerry Park and stare out at it, snow-covered and towering behind the city skyline.
It was years in the making, but I finally made it to Mt. Rainier National Park last summer to hike and photograph the wildflowers that bloom on its slopes that time of year. This was one of my favorite shots. I’d definitely like to climb it someday.
Either way, “the mountain” is one of a handful of places that I know I’ll keep coming back to. If there’s another place like it, I haven’t been there.
1,066418 hours ago
July 29th : Day 70 : Miles Hiked : 0
Total Miles : 1207.8
[11 Bonus Miles South to Harts Pass]
It was a day I would not quickly forget. We woke up on lumpy ground with 11 miles to go to Harts Pass and I was exhausted. Thankfully the miles went fast and the terrain was gorgeous, of course.
We made it back to Harts Pass and it looked like a ghost town. Three days before it was bustling. I didn’t realize it had been the weekend. Shoot, I thought, I was banking on the traffic for a quick ride. We sat on the side of the dirt road with our thumbs out as several drivers smiled sheepishly and drove by. Or waved. Or mouthed “sorry”. Or refused to make eye contact. Sometimes hitching is a very humbling experience.
A set of brothers in a old, small truck stopped. They offered what they had. A covered pickup bed that sort of smelled like rotting fish was ours if we wanted. I didn’t even hesitate before I crawled into the hot, smelly truck. It was a very bumpy 20 miles down a dirt shelf road. My back was to the drop off thankfully. They dropped us off in Twisp, WA where we planned to take the bus to Pateros, WA. We quickly found out we had missed the last bus by 20 minutes! It was time to come up with a new plan.
While eating fried chicken at the local grocery store we decided to try and hitch for an hour and if nothing happened we would take the last bus back to Winthrop and stay at the hostel. After a half hour and declining a ride from a drunk man, my new best friend Ron arrived. Not only was he going to Pateros, he was going all the way to Wenatchee and was willing to take us!
The two hours we spent together were full swapping life stories. We could not have been more different people but we connected over our shared humanity. Ron dropped us off at Wal-Mart, we picked up a few things, booked a hotel, and grabbed a pizza. I blinked extra hard a few times as I recounted the day’s events through my tired mind. Had I really woken up this very morning 11 miles from Harts Pass? It’s amazing how much life can be lived in just one day!
When I finished, I thought “Never again.”
The following weeks, with a permanently low heart rate, fatigue, endless hunger, and a slight case of scurvy, I thought “Never again.” 6 Months after finishing, still working my way through ulnar nerve damage, I thought “Never again.”
The following years, watching people work their way to the start line thinking “Most of y’all have no idea what you’re in for, that’s gonna hurt”
Then as the years have passed, I’ve forgotten the sticky achilles, the bleeding saddle sores, the nerve damage, the extreme rate at which I lost weight, the falling asleep on a bike and waking up on a different part of the road, the packs of coyotes chasing me through the desert, and the gas station food diet.
Now, I’ve got an itch for those golden hour mountain passes, chasing herds of elk along a dirt road, watching the northern lights from a bivvy, and finding all the best pie along the continental divide. I lived right? So, it couldn’t have been that bad or hurt too much right? Now those vast expanses call to me. Those smells of cottonwood trees, grasslands, alpine mountains, and petrichor miles away from civilization. I remember those uncomfortable things happened, yes, but I’ve forgotten that they were uncomfortable and now I just want to go back to get that windblown look about me.
Maybe I'll make a loop of it with the Wild West Route.
20156 minutes ago
Met some WONDERFUL Nobo hikers outside Hot Springs, NC today on the AT while I was doing some training! These two are @niceasyhike and had some unreal perspectives that I will remember. I hope to meet you both again on my descent from Katahdin later this year or Trail Days!! Enjoy that @rawlogy ball too!
26158 minutes ago
Its National Wildlife Day! Enjoy this lovely image of a majestic, wild buffalo roaming a snowy Albuquerque desert. This year, National Wildlife Day falls on both February 22nd and September 4th - if you can, consider donating to wildlife protection groups like @nmwildlifefed@projectcoyoteorg or @santaferaptorcenter. Know of an organization doing great work for New Mexico wildlife? Tag them in the comments below! .
*Photo Credit: @erik_contreras23 .