After 19 (NINETEEN!) straight days of work, I finally had a short break this past weekend JUST in time for a girls (plus Andrew) weekend camping down Woody Mountain Road (Forest Road 231)!
Well. After back-to-back aircraft-related posts about my first fixed-wing single-engine flight with Ryan, who just recently got his private pilot license, and my helicopter ride over a Sedona-area wildfire for work, this post is incredibly lame in comparison.
However, May was a GREAT month for reading! Before the Miller Fire broke out. I was able to finish six books. Ryan was gone the whole first part of the month on a fire assignment, so I had a lot of time to cuddle up with Yukon and my Kindle during his absence.
WHEEWWW I am TIRED.
I mentioned it in my last post about Ryan obtaining his pilot license, but while we were flying around northern Arizona, we saw smoke from the Miller Fire, which I’d been doing a little bit of public information work on early last week.
(Before we get too far, if you’re new here, here’s a little bit of an explainer about my job as a Public Information Officer (PIO) on wildfires, and how incident management as a whole works!)
My forest decided to pull in a Type 3 Incident Management Team to suppress the Miller Fire, and since the team they ordered — the Northern Arizona Type 3 IMT — doesn’t have a rostered PIO…
…that meant I got to work as the PIO.
Sweet!
So, some exciting news:
Ryan got his private pilot license!
Yay! Ryan has been working so hard on this for years. He plans to transition out of boots-on-the-ground firefighting — he’s working on an engine crew now, and spent his last six seasons working on Hotshot and rappel crews — and into single-engine aerial suppression. So, this is a big first step for him!
It’s also been really, really challenging for him. The best time to fly a fixed-wing single-engine plane around northern Arizona is the spring and summer… which also happens to be when ALL the wildfires break out.
Ryan spent last fire season out fighting fires for 14 days straight — 16 hour days — and then spent his three days between fire assignments flight planning, logging hours and studying for his check ride. He’s put so many hours into this. He finally completed all his requirements last month, and now, he’s fully licensed!
So, congrats to Ryan on obtaining his private pilot license!
…And congrats to me obtaining a private pilot!
As much as I’ve come to love breaking out my snowshoes and enjoying some winter recreation, there’s nothing better than opening your front door to a beautiful, sunny, mid-70s day.
Trail running? Hiking? Paddling? Yoga in the park?
Catch me scrolling through rec.gov for permits and reservations the second we get a sunny April day.
And so… as I shuffle my microspikes to the back of my gear closet and pull my inflatable paddle board down from the top shelf, I start mentally cursing myself and preparing my bank account for damage… because it’s time to go gear shopping.
Remember the very very early days of blogging? All the “What’s in my bag?” and “What I ate Wednesday” posts?
I’m guilty of the first one (and apparently long overdue for an update, should we get back to the glory days of blogging), but not guilty of the second…
…until now, sorry Internet!
Well, I am back, again, in all my mid-30s glory, here to share with you my latest skincare routine, which I use to fight both the dry air here in northern Arizona as well as the fine lines settling into my face, because… well. I’m a woman. And society says I’m not allowed to age, because I lose value as I do.
Here we are, three months after the February edition of S#!T I’ve been loving lately, and I’m back with a few more fun discoveries that I’ve been really into lately.
The past few months? Some new menus at Flagstaff restaurants, new outdoor gear (including a GENIUS GADGET THAT CONSOLIDATES ISOPRO FUEL CANISTERS, you are welcome in advance) and a new addition to my very outdated skincare routine that I totally need to update.
Northern Arizona is WILD.
Like, one summer, you’re driving three hours north in order to paddle board somewhere new to you.
And the next summer… you’re driving 30 minutes south in order to paddle board somewhere new. To EVERYONE.
Because a new lake just, like… appeared?!
Well. This past weekend was in the mid-70s every day, so I didn’t find the time to read as much as I would have liked. Warm temps just scream hiking and paddle boarding, and it’s really hard to read while doing either of those things
I finished three books this month.
