Column: The ‘no testicles allowed’ trip
The sign-up sheet said “No Testicles Allowed.” It was my friend Steffi’s idea. She asked if I’d ever been on an all-female camping trip. I hadn’t.
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The sign-up sheet said “No Testicles Allowed.” It was my friend Steffi’s idea. She asked if I’d ever been on an all-female camping trip. I hadn’t.
Camping in the snow requires its own set of skills. My friend, Alexander, who is planning to hike from Canada to Mexico next year, decided he ought to practice them. My friend Michelle and I tagged along.
It just so happened that the Pi Day of the century occurred over spring break: March 14, 2015, or 3/14/15 — the first five digits of pi.
Not everyone got to play in the snow when the ice struck Chapel Hill. I, for one, was stranded on the other side of the country. Raleigh-Durham International Airport’s closure left me with a 20-hour layover in Los Angeles.
For being open to the public, trails and mountains aren’t frequented by a very diverse crowd. On the way to climb at Sauratown, I noticed that the carpool consisted of me and seven men — six of whom were white.
Dead ladybugs filled the cracks. They’d sought warmth on the sunbaked stone, only to freeze when night fell.
Professional rock climbers Tommy Caldwell and Kevin Jorgeson are currently climbing a smooth, 3,000-foot sheet of granite in the dead of winter. If they succeed they will be the first to climb the Dawn Wall, a southern face of El Capitan in Yosemite National Park, without the help of extra hand and foot holds screwed into the rock. Their attempt is momentous enough to garner extensive coverage by media outlets like The New York Times.
L ike many, I returned to my hometown for Thanksgiving. Like many, I saw family and caught up with old friends. I am still pretty close with my buddies from high school, so we made a point to see each other. The troops rallied for a reunion at the SweetWater Brewery in downtown Atlanta. Afterward, we had dinner in a sleek underground restaurant complete with a bar, old arcade games, a bocce ball court and food better than my aunt’s famous Thanksgiving spread.
T he trip began with a last minute rerouting; the Blue Ridge Parkway was closed.
I write to you from a tent made of quilts. My housemates and I are too cheap and too stubborn to turn on the heat, so here I am, hiding under a pile of blankets, prepared to enter a Netflix-fueled state of hibernation until the warm weather returns.
I was about ready to get off the mountain. In fact, I was dreaming about what flavor of Cook-Out milkshake I was going to get when I noticed the ice on the ground. I can’t say I was surprised — I’d had to pull my dog, Friday, into the sleeping bag next to me in the night because she was shivering so hard.
The prospect of backpacking concerns my mother immensely. The second thing she asks about, after inquiring in an earnest whisper as to my bathroom needs in the absence of indoor plumbing, is food.
My high school cross-country team had summer practices off campus. We interpreted the term “long run” to mean “long time gone” rather than “long distance traveled.” We’d arrive at 9 a.m., ditch our shirts and jog a hilly, forested trail to the dam on Vickery Creek.
I went outdoor rock climbing for the first time last week, and I’ve got more than an excusable quantity of bruises to prove it.
N ature is out to get me. Try as I might to hug the trees and commune with the woodland creatures, it really does want me dead.
UNC has made several strides on environmental sustainability — and Chancellor Carol Folt, who started her career as an environmental scientist, said this progress is just the beginning.
A group of UNC alumni is literally digging up its past.
Members of UNC’s track and field, swimming and diving and women’s lacrosse teams wore their costumes and distributed festive goodies to bring Halloween to the patients of the N.C. Children’s Hospital.
Rosalind Fuse-Hall, UNC alumnus and recently-appointed president of Bennett College in Greensboro, celebrated the Sonja Haynes Stone Center’s 25th birthday Wednesday night, speaking on the current state of civil rights in North Carolina.
Two of UNC’s most prestigious schools are teaming up to give students the chance to earn high honors in both of the programs.