My heart might explode with gratitude for this world’s beauty

I almost couldn’t stand it. The other evening I went out to be a part of the day’s end and as usual stayed out way later than expected.  Winter’s breath left us quite a few weeks ago, and here spring has slowly and tenderly wrapped its tendrils around every nook and cranny I lay my eyes upon.  Winter always leaves with great sorrow for me, as there is nothing I love more than bundling up, cinching bindings, putting skis to the trail and setting out into the white forested garden of Idaho’s backcountry.  The dichotomy of winter’s harsh environment shadowed against the raw and pure beauty of white cloaked peaks is enough to make my heart burst into a million tiny beginnings.  Oh man, all this talk of winter really has me wishing the snow would hold tight and offer a few more high mountain climbs.  Alas, the early eves of white, have transitioned to the gloriously long days of cotyledon greens and buttercup yellows.  I didn’t realize just how much my heart was aching for a landscape painted with new day colors straight from a Kandisnky canvas.

I hope these longer days of transition are finding you well, I know they’ve really re-ignited my yearning for adventure…

Happy spring, chickadees. xx

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Isn’t this wild world of ours so magnificent?!


Idaho, population one

I know, what a silly title for a post…obviously there is more than one person that lives in the state of Idaho…who is this crazy lady anyhow?!  But truly, that is how I feel when I am out jaunting around in Idaho’s forever landscape.  I had this thought as I was on my way home from a backyard hike last night.  As much as I sometimes wish I could firmly put roots down in one location, build a home, and a community of people…I think I am destined to living this nomadic life of mine.  But, this wandering life has led me to so many amazing communities of people and has awarded me so many incredible opportunities to discover, explore and connect with countless amazing places.  Out of all the places I have visited though,  I’ve never felt so entirely alone and so completely alive as when I am out experiencing Idaho’s vast and wild landscape.  These lands echo with story of bone and stardust, of life and re-birth, and the hard work of grit glittered with grace.  Each time I venture out my back door I am completely overwhelmed by the incredible offerings of this sage sloped, creek fed and evergreen dotted paradise.

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Road Trippin’ in the West…what we do best :)

I just got back from a super fun weekend of adventuring with my brother Eric Dewey of Desperado Forge and the lovely and talented Becca Skinner of Becca Skinner Photography.  These two are quite the pair and we had such a fun weekend exploring and hanging out under the stars together.  I was repeatedly reminded of how much love really can change the world, as I got to capture the sweet and endearing moments of their love blossoming.  I don’t often have subjects to photograph, and it was really rewarding to challenge myself in that aspect of photography.  I can’t even begin to explain how fortunate I feel my life has been lately.  These moments, these places and these people make my heart sing in notes of cosmic star-shining magnificence.

Here’s to always adventuring and I hope to cross paths with all of you at some point along my journey through life.



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Stay wild friends.

Let’s Grab a Cup of Tea and Sit for Awhile

The truth is, I seem to have lost my words lately.  It might have something to do with lots of incredible traveling, heaps of dream-come-true work, and really just trying to get back into the rhythm of it all.  So I thought in the meantime, we could sit and have a cup of tea together and just enjoy being in one-others company.  I hope that’s OK for now, and hopefully those silly words will come back to me soon.

Here’s to the quiet days of transition that lie ahead.

xx, Hannah

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Happy tea sipping.

Sometimes I Do Things Just For Me



Late one evening, after a gloriously long skate-ski, sipping tea and just being happy.  I always feel guilty about doing things without the dogs or my husband, but late one evening I decided I needed to get out and burn some energy.  I drove the truck way up the hill and set out with nothing other than skis on my feet and a headlamp on my head.  I had the whole area to myself, and it felt truly so magical to be out in the dark of the night with only the silence of this forest’s winters breath.

Wishing you all happy adventures this weekend.

xx, Hannah