The Rambling raccoon
I was raised in a very small town Emery County, Utah. I had the best childhood I could ever ask for. My house was located on Cemetery Road, with a sign at the beginning of the street that said “Dead End.”
They’ve since taken it down and replaced it with “Not a thru street”, for obvious reasons.
After high school graduation I left my tiny town and moved to the big ol’ Anaheim, California. From there I proceeded in nomad fashion to move. A lot. 49 times to be exact. I lived all over Southern California, including Hollywood, which was a very interesting experience to say the least. From there I made my way to Northern California.
Here I made the decision to get my degree in Criminal Justice and Juvenile Corrections. This decision was based on the fact that I was a juvenile delinquent myself and my experiences with the system were so negative that I was on a mission to change it. Now before you go assuming I did something absolutely horrid as a minor, let me tell you the cold, hard, truth. I went to Juvenile Detention, with a group of my childhood friends (aka kiddie jail) for toilet papering. I can’t even make this up. Okay, we didn’t just toilet paper, we also stole the victim’s goat and tied it to their front door so when they opened it they’d be surprisingly greeted by their unwilling farm animal. Let’s just say, they pressed charges. So on my sealed juvenile record I now have “trespassing and destruction of property.” Aw, small town living at its finest.
From Northern California I then moved back all over Southern California, then to Las Vegas, then back to Northern California, then back to Utah, then back to Vegas, etc etc. You get the idea. 3 states. 49 moves. I don’t recommend this.
When my parents retired and moved to St George, I was living in Vegas and went to visit them for Thanksgiving. At this point in my life I was over Vegas living. I fell in love with the scenery and the strikingly beautiful red mountains. I then made the decision to quit my job and move to St George. And It was the best decision I ever made.
As far as careers go, I don’t know what I want to be when I grow up. At one point I had my personal training license, I have a Criminal Justice degree, I ran portrait studios for over 10 years, and I have now been in the Cryptocurrency space for over 4 years. Although I seem confused (I often am) I have enjoyed everything that I have dabbled in. One thing I can tell you is that no matter how much you try to map your life out, things will never ever go the way you planned. And that’s okay! Experiences make us who we are, so embrace it.
I bought a home, began working as an independent contractor with the best at-home work schedule ever and I was blessed to finally meet the real love of my life. I now have an amazing husband, an adorable step son and 2 adventure-loving dogs to share my life with.
With all of my adventuring, people have been telling me for years that I should start a blog. I always brushed it off like “Yeah, okay Karen.” But here I am. I took the leap. And I couldn’t be happier.
I didn’t even realize how much I love writing until I started this. Not only is It a mental escape from everyday life, but it also helps me sort out my feelings. I hope to reach others with words they need to hear at the time they read it, help with amazing hiking opportunities, and share my adventures, along with tips and tricks for traveling on a budget. Life is short my friends. Experience as much as possible!!
Feel free to reach out to me with any questions or comments about anything you read here! I’m an open book.
If you’re not in a good place in your life, know that things will be ok. Why? Because they always are. And you’ve been through worse.