Preparing for a two-week Grand Canyon rafting trip should have been simple: follow the packing list and buy what I needed. Instead, I found myself overwhelmed by mandatory hats, questionable underwear fabrics, biodegradable soap requirements, and a husband who approached REI like an Olympic event. A story about adventure, procrastination, and discovering that packing may be harder than rafting.

Back in my flatlander days, Garrett discouraged me from big mountain bike rides in Colorado’s high elevation. Last weekend, after years of acclimating to mountain life in Durango, I took on my first Iron Horse Quarter Horse ride. Turns out… flatlanders can eventually mountain.