<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><rss xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/" xmlns:blogger="http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0" version="2.0"><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-103698808781320630</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Wed, 15 Jan 2025 06:55:45 +0000</lastBuildDate><category>Written Word</category><category>Photography</category><category>Music and Media</category><category>Inspirational</category><category>Travel</category><category>Ski The East :: An Odyssey</category><category>Sugared Magnolia</category><category>The Most Epic Trip</category><category>Landscapes</category><category>Canada</category><category>Skiing</category><category>United States</category><category>nova scotia</category><category>Alberta</category><category>Mountain Biking</category><category>South</category><category>Visalus</category><category>climbing</category><category>Contest</category><category>Food Revolution</category><category>Gina Begin At a Glance</category><category>Kayaking</category><category>Patagonia</category><category>gardening</category><category>mediame</category><title>Will Travel for Adventure: One Girl&#39;s Life on the Road</title><description>Inspiring others to &quot;Go Conquer.&quot; Discover North America&#39;s outdoor adventure by skiing, climbing, hiking, and mountain biking with a traveling photojournalist.</description><link>http://www.ginabegin.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (ilikewinter)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>317</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-103698808781320630.post-7022841814167231145</guid><pubDate>Tue, 13 Sep 2016 15:55:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2016-09-13T08:55:08.091-07:00</atom:updated><title>412 Words on Not Being Brilliant</title><atom:summary type="text">Every morning I&#39;m surrounded by windows framing a sky. Minute by minute, a layer of blue is lifted until a starless, aqua color remains. Sometimes I&#39;m conscious that time is passing. I can hear the day beginning for others; street noise growing as the sky lightens.

Other times, I don&#39;t see or hear anything—I&#39;m buried in words.

I wish every day were the latter.

Man, if only I were brilliant: a </atom:summary><link>http://www.ginabegin.com/2016/09/words-on-not-being-brilliant.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (ilikewinter)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-103698808781320630.post-3830069863422516797</guid><pubDate>Sun, 11 Sep 2016 14:56:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2016-09-11T07:57:04.416-07:00</atom:updated><title>My Life of Entrepreneurial Ideas &amp; Hamster Wheels</title><atom:summary type="text">

I didn&#39;t take this photo. I should have looked for one that I took, as I&#39;m sure there&#39;s something more fitting in my library, but I just want to hit publish. So, this here is a CC0 image--no credit needed. You can use it, too.&amp;nbsp;






Time warping through my mind&#39;s eye makes me feel like I&#39;m standing still while everything is happening around me.



There&#39;s a list sitting on my Google Drive</atom:summary><link>http://www.ginabegin.com/2016/09/entrepreneurial-ideas-hamster-wheel.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (ilikewinter)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTZK25xz7LJLr_w3X0-OLDtBsgfAVeFdAt2-E0bGHvKwFoCyRruDTel2NhYo_lF4wvcJ_yQXYGwOGs0b4wUo1lKz3GxAx7j35ZZmSG8w-NNB_3UOSO93mfkgfqbVJgeDdokdaPcuS86BUK/s72-c/woman-1030920_1920.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-103698808781320630.post-8370618019759430367</guid><pubDate>Mon, 05 Sep 2016 17:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2016-09-05T10:25:11.809-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Inspirational</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Written Word</category><title>We are Not Entitled: Internet Stardom &amp; Reality</title><atom:summary type="text">What is the perfect photograph? The perfect story, the perfect article? What&#39;s the perfect social media post? The perfect filter, the perfect selfie?

The world is chasing perfection. It&#39;s no longer an American fault of &quot;keeping up with the Joneses;&quot; it&#39;s a worldwide phenomenon, touching every area the internet reaches. The busyness of that network plays against our human need to be noticed, to </atom:summary><link>http://www.ginabegin.com/2016/09/entitlement-internet-generation.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (ilikewinter)</author><thr:total>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-103698808781320630.post-575084922408652359</guid><pubDate>Sun, 04 Sep 2016 21:43:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2016-09-04T15:50:42.456-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Canada</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Landscapes</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Travel</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Written Word</category><title>Oh, the Places You&#39;ll Go (on the Backroads of BC)</title><atom:summary type="text">

Not bad, hey? Mt. Cooper and his friends in Goat Range Provincial Park



I cracked the window in preparation for writing. I like to have as much natural light, natural air&amp;nbsp;(is there ever unnatural air?) and natural views when writing.

Cold air poured down onto my bare feet.

Fall is coming. YES.

I already felt it in my soul. As fall inches closer, I get more hungry to explore. It&#39;s like</atom:summary><link>http://www.ginabegin.com/2016/09/exploring-backroads-of-bc.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (ilikewinter)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilumz24FFIRKvu60zJuBZKifsSOpcg7jodPCLH7v5MxMwluRMw-kOtS-C8gxcksDaEbe6NBEblqdAdxAnoR9PIjBhOdgF5OialoTRx2NsB8_z3oEi5dkM2MWjV6M8iGZ9s2IRVrXA1cMNf/s72-c/Mt-Cooper.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total><georss:featurename>Goat Range Provincial Park, Meadow Creek, BC V0G 1N0, Canada</georss:featurename><georss:point>50.2467609 -117.25895259999999</georss:point><georss:box>24.724726399999998 -158.5675466 75.7687954 -75.950358599999987</georss:box></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-103698808781320630.post-2433858934941292513</guid><pubDate>Sat, 03 Sep 2016 16:55:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2016-09-03T10:04:07.668-07:00</atom:updated><title>Adventure: When Life&#39;s Calling isn&#39;t According to Plan</title><atom:summary type="text">


&quot;A calling is not some carefully crafted plan. It&#39;s what&#39;s left when the plan goes horribly wrong.&quot;&amp;nbsp;

-Jeff Goins,&amp;nbsp;The Art of Work

In my world, purists would call this &quot;adventure&quot;: Something must go wrong in order for it to be rightfully used. It&#39;s only by experiencing some hazard that you come out (hopefully) with the right to deem it an adventure.

I&#39;m not a fan of analogies, but </atom:summary><link>http://www.ginabegin.com/2016/09/adventure-life-calling.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (ilikewinter)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjNwVxSQw8x6b-SXiL9UgIVw3K9uLMTtC-jfuuYH6DEmkToSYkhAm4JiyRXtdJBeXxkz-khN1ksRBTdhoOe0tEX5Gw6oHk-9lQA3DAKbNY1LhTV7gVsL-ioktIAwzAtwGK7tXoNmDe9MHK/s72-c/adventure-life-calling.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-103698808781320630.post-4714175271837879099</guid><pubDate>Fri, 02 Sep 2016 17:21:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2016-09-02T10:50:48.659-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">climbing</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Mountain Biking</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Ski The East :: An Odyssey</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Skiing</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">South</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Travel</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">United States</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Written Word</category><title>Even in Ohio: Go East for an Outdoor Adventure Mecca</title><atom:summary type="text">

Yes, this is Ohio.
Photo: Analogue Kid



&quot;Where are you from?&quot;



It&#39;s no longer a standard question that I ask with a half-listening ear. It&#39;s a great conversation starter because I&#39;ve usually been there, or at least nearby, and usually it sparks a connection between myself and a stranger.&amp;nbsp;


Because most of my travels are in search of outdoor recreation, and because many of the people I</atom:summary><link>http://www.ginabegin.com/2016/09/east-outdoor-adventure.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (ilikewinter)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdFjItmfCZEHKTKBfXGxLdbquri9Ao3hB29m0jzaaJ7ENZvVWHMJh53g4uWeMdU25hkOshxm30zn_fx7kSvpwZRkfA2Pa6aXUODpqwVZR6f1GD4nr-_znBgtp0GpzZvubWpHUo_8ef24Iu/s72-c/eastern-outdoor-adventure.jpeg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-103698808781320630.post-6720995067476640601</guid><pubDate>Thu, 01 Sep 2016 16:30:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2016-09-01T13:36:51.526-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Inspirational</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Landscapes</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Written Word</category><title>Drawing from Outdoor Inspiration</title><atom:summary type="text">



This was the first time I&#39;d sat down to draw in a very long time.
 Back when I was studying landscape architecture, one of the professors told us to get a journal and sketch every day. Being able to convey ideas quickly on paper, she said, was a key skill when interacting with clients.

I was keen. I&#39;d been drawing all my life, never through an academic requirement, but just because I never </atom:summary><link>http://www.ginabegin.com/2016/09/drawing-from-outdoor-inspiration.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (ilikewinter)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4T2OymO3wGfaSMns7BROy95BYXUjZ5CmzIcsckzR0I_1sBN4RUYiIwcXTjd_vT_iH0R29BHRnnvUQWP4zwNjV1SjbnoZlrY6bXSr4GZbgcHp7DDlb0uDkNp4AYmw07fiLNV1083DAFCIH/s72-c/Drawing+from+Outdoor+Inspiration.jpeg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-103698808781320630.post-6025668944041854191</guid><pubDate>Mon, 29 Aug 2016 18:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2016-08-29T11:00:03.092-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Inspirational</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Written Word</category><title>I Love Photography and Writing. (Right?)</title><atom:summary type="text">







I was on a mission.&amp;nbsp;



I&#39;d been tasked with providing photos for an upcoming campaign. They needed them straight away and I agreed straight away.&amp;nbsp;



Seconds later, I backed up, realizing they wanted me, not my nonprofit, to be featured.&amp;nbsp;



It&#39;s been a long time since I&#39;ve done anything for myself, thought about my personal goals, or even done creative work for my own </atom:summary><link>http://www.ginabegin.com/2016/08/return-to-creativity.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (ilikewinter)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTA4I5bBIAvogMUDEjuwXmDykyW0Qw6SjJx0hD28SijlEj4f_dUD0jVdMSFEq75n4uHFSMEQzh6rDn1Sn41ETLnu_try-U0wMIuHhqDjycjv7NS7SqgWyynALCEKdriWn_Bjub2FS6Ff5a/s72-c/Idaho+Peak+Ridge+Pano+SM.png" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-103698808781320630.post-3381003432518295542</guid><pubDate>Wed, 24 Aug 2016 16:16:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2016-08-24T09:19:14.065-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Inspirational</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Written Word</category><title>Building Someone Else&#39;s Dream: Lesson Learned</title><atom:summary type="text">I&#39;m back to freelancing full-time.



It&#39;s a strange thing, to have a steady paycheck then walk away from it when you aren&#39;t sure that it&#39;s the right thing to do (but in your heart, you know it&#39;s the right thing to do).&amp;nbsp;



The lesson was learned once before: steady never really means steady. At any point, a higher up can decide you are dispensable, your talent is replaceable, your earnings </atom:summary><link>http://www.ginabegin.com/2016/08/advice-for-building-someone-elses-dream.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (ilikewinter)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-103698808781320630.post-3726586422134717849</guid><pubDate>Tue, 23 Aug 2016 14:55:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2016-08-24T09:16:37.831-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">The Most Epic Trip</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Travel</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Written Word</category><title>Pivotal Moments in One Road Tripper&#39;s Life</title><atom:summary type="text">



There are pivotal moments in your life. I’m still trying to figure out mine.

I don&#39;t know where the impulse came from; maybe it was the culmination of spontaneous midnight road trips I took in college. Maybe it went back further to my mom and dad getting the &quot;caged bird&quot; itch every fall and heading north to the Smoky Mountains for a change of colors and scenery. Whatever it was, the feeling </atom:summary><link>http://www.ginabegin.com/2016/08/pivotal-moments-in-road-trippers-life.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (ilikewinter)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzBVRGiIcYzfpYB3eb2FOSIoAd1cmAoJelzPS2iqknZtGLHxbvl2vBZ7WgivbZuT_LQuq9Uc_SIltiZH3ain-mSwKHgnJDuPNpSBlqMs9NyUPRsgsVj5v69CcUdTBTGkhIailH0uDIOh5d/s72-c/Powder-Highway-Columbia-River-Valley.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-103698808781320630.post-5981361430301168953</guid><pubDate>Mon, 25 Jan 2016 01:14:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2016-01-24T17:16:07.928-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Inspirational</category><title></title><atom:summary type="text">




I have to be brave.



</atom:summary><link>http://www.ginabegin.com/2016/01/girl-be-brave.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (ilikewinter)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVTg0TYP76-wabsYehxt3U-pxVtit7zDybk91pwlWFntOERxabAEEafu5N8WKaKpPUevfTMUsRVkw9tEBNfrPzF5CczXQGBJHE7foPB1MU3r63pZHuna5lYr9m7fffew40KU5A-SOC-ZyE/s72-c/girl-be-brave.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-103698808781320630.post-9073404653390925774</guid><pubDate>Wed, 09 Dec 2015 14:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2015-12-09T19:22:52.061-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Alberta</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Canada</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Landscapes</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">nova scotia</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Photography</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Ski The East :: An Odyssey</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Skiing</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Travel</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Written Word</category><title>Exploring Canada&#39;s Off Season</title><atom:summary type="text">

  Expedia.ca asked me to share some of my favorite destinations in Canada. I tend to travel to “destinations” in the offseason because I get them all to myself, but I don’t mind sharing them with a few fellow adventurers, too. :)
 Visibility outside my window is shrouded, filled with white flakes and low clouds. This scene pulls me into what most would consider an unlikely place — back to the </atom:summary><link>http://www.ginabegin.com/2015/12/exploring-canada-winter-fall-spring.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (ilikewinter)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcoytBofFV6S3aWX1y_p6seJXttPxdt2E9H24y6zORX6Rs_cogWuGI5Z6TtcQ5-Mx2BffmORHd4gdHwFJNLrYfVoQm2s1wu-vA8JpACmM7jTqMmxTQu5KBb9RsTAupb3JBbmWmPlG_LWUq/s72-c/exploring-canada-winter-kootenay-skiing.png" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>4</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-103698808781320630.post-6263232379211657094</guid><pubDate>Tue, 08 Sep 2015 12:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2015-09-08T06:46:08.847-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Landscapes</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">nova scotia</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Photography</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Travel</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Written Word</category><title>The Trail Less Traveled</title><atom:summary type="text">







This post was written in partnership with REI.


I&#39;m not really a hiker.



I don&#39;t hike for the love of burning quads, burning lungs, or a sweaty back hugged up against a day pack.



If anything, I&#39;m a seer. Not in the prophetic sense; I&#39;m talking about an addiction to visual stimulus. I get hung up on details in the most ridiculously minute way. If it were possible, I would inhale </atom:summary><link>http://www.ginabegin.com/2015/09/hiking-local-trails.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (ilikewinter)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhs6khQrV2LIE5Cwh9Tv8zVCiBk2jpsj_TrAh4h3a17lSAZwdYlsxI9TyVeGVvtTnbGarbpniaq_TV_3x4Pvihd0c0C9QoudmYZbuueA-4_pU69RO5ZX1hiBDpjcLVlbaOzYSPRnBeUF9vF/s72-c/hiking-local-trails-british-columbia.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-103698808781320630.post-1782759018070958512</guid><pubDate>Sun, 31 May 2015 21:24:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2016-08-23T07:57:52.912-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Written Word</category><title>Moving Back into My Car (Just for a Night)</title><atom:summary type="text">
There’s no reason I can’t sleep in my car like I used to. 



Several times after my return from life on the road I felt
homesick. Initially, I was staying on a friend’s couch in the middle of
“Suburbia”, Salt Lake. It was odd to be stationed in one area, especially in an
area away from wild things. But I was stoked on the novelty of having fridge access
and a full shower. 



But novelty wears </atom:summary><link>http://www.ginabegin.com/2015/05/moving-back-into-my-car.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (ilikewinter)</author><thr:total>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-103698808781320630.post-7378193641310445972</guid><pubDate>Sat, 14 Feb 2015 08:10:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2015-08-22T16:46:43.970-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Canada</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Inspirational</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Travel</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Written Word</category><title>My Place Here</title><atom:summary type="text">



I don&#39;t know this place.

Its hills, its further mountains, its farthest glaciers. I don&#39;t know them. I want to. 

I&#39;m in an in-between place, a place where I&#39;m not sure if I&#39;m a permanent part. I question if I mean anything to anyone here, or if I&#39;m just a tiny fragment in passing, an unclear memory someone will recall a few years from now while they struggle with my name. 

&quot;You remember — </atom:summary><link>http://www.ginabegin.com/2015/02/sense-of-place.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (ilikewinter)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDSFRU5leoncoq7kumi0HYmtJhALJ4C3pQ_S71zyeO0mFXlbZ-Am9jlR1Bbpjij_G1qKOIpeWIwsS05jCyZR4yuHnPFSbxFW_7O7CInVq1_7z9NLipuhDaPGkDJU0x3C0JO3s9GqiUWnlJ/s72-c/Sense-of-place.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>5</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-103698808781320630.post-5148424332500312672</guid><pubDate>Thu, 14 Aug 2014 16:43:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2015-08-22T16:47:46.627-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Inspirational</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Written Word</category><title>Work Until it Happens: (Even Major) Setbacks Can&#39;t Keep You Down</title><atom:summary type="text">




My 1st adventure back.
Photo: Brent Malysh


I don&#39;t always have pretty things to say. Forgive me.







2014 has seen a smile on my face for the majority of it. It wasn&#39;t fake; I felt it in my soul. But at the original time of this writing (time has since passed), I broke.

. . .&amp;nbsp;







I spent over 2.5 years on the road, living in my car, going where I wanted. Time was spent skiing,</atom:summary><link>http://www.ginabegin.com/2014/08/never-give-up.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (ilikewinter)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOlJSSCHD-5oVtam2HGZrWzggLUCYXCPkC777H551ovv4skDqnPePDgVbD93qpKlvWnkXsYvfmdCAKyXwhNQ4C9iAq8p9tq7nUQTi2IZdBHmHoL5qtIsiOBCO0YrmmZQs8F4opGmjw2hsI/s72-c/20140513_191352_1_1_1.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>9</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-103698808781320630.post-45442930529830714</guid><pubDate>Sat, 24 May 2014 15:58:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2015-05-24T09:05:31.193-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Written Word</category><title>Writer&#39;s Block</title><atom:summary type="text">



My knee will never do this again.


My brain isn&#39;t ready to write. Can you tell by my very creative blog title?


Yet here I am: motivated, with no ideas coming. If you give me an assignment, I&#39;ll whip out an article for you. But if I sit down to write here, for myself, nothing comes. &amp;nbsp;



I&#39;ve been reading&amp;nbsp;+Jeff Goins&amp;nbsp;You are a Writer (so start ACTING like one). It keeps </atom:summary><link>http://www.ginabegin.com/2014/05/writers-block.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (ilikewinter)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPlkAcozPUtWHRwFYtFHmUmA-noeoHX6LokE2C1wPd6xOj08vKX6JwrauuqmU7FENG6PwYiwsryb6g4OWxK4aS1EuaL4ueUea532IxUF2oV4tZPkkcPUyFgDF7ZNwx2Fn4zzLJSXADLGro/s72-c/566036_656459763439_159843952_n.png" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-103698808781320630.post-954452687899556692</guid><pubDate>Thu, 17 Apr 2014 18:18:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2015-08-22T16:49:04.369-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Inspirational</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Music and Media</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Written Word</category><title>Healing Waters: The Case for Kids Outdoors</title><atom:summary type="text">





Yesterday I was told to remove one crutch and walk on my dang leg already. The doctor couldn&#39;t believe I hadn&#39;t removed both of them at this point; my reply was that no one told me I could do it. So, without further warning (or fanfare, which I was kinda expecting), I had to walk.&amp;nbsp;

It was nerve-wracking. I put all of my weight on my left leg; my right hand, feeling the loss of an </atom:summary><link>http://www.ginabegin.com/2014/04/camp-for-sick-children.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (ilikewinter)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOgWwzIt6zvTTpcvzneNhrqRvhYr5NJU0Aj4ft4Jxn80jJT3hsum-mWwyXuw3mNPvEYzqwZI908fx89xV7B9N8HayaCoysnoNrB3PmIxQB5vPAyrq7yqWMameGGIKHF0m70U6MriaKOiPL/s72-c/Camp-for-sick-children.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-103698808781320630.post-1491206111723913923</guid><pubDate>Mon, 31 Mar 2014 21:10:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2015-08-22T16:49:29.050-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Written Word</category><title>Roughing the Road to Recovery</title><atom:summary type="text">

A really boring thing they like to call &quot;exercise.&quot; Prescribed torture is more accurate.


...12
...13 (voice shaking)
...14 (leg shaking)

&quot;FIFTEEN!&quot; I dig my knuckle into my burning hip flexor and sit up straight, trying to alleviate the tension in my thigh. The final set of my physical therapy sums up a routine of exercise that is simultaneously boring and painful. Besides, calling it </atom:summary><link>http://www.ginabegin.com/2014/03/recovering-from-injury.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (ilikewinter)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-nB-xy6iTpX8Ro15ZTvIQrBUrRWplIxkfd-hcKL6t7Y5SRyvbK-zuWrhhdIVzePcCX9lO2wlGZnOU_RvnlPPpeQwOZcVxpE29p9vIutIdzpk8W8rDYcgUaky7IDM77m837QxXE4uf9z97/s72-c/Roughing+the+Road+to+Recovery.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>15</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-103698808781320630.post-6847599989711723084</guid><pubDate>Thu, 27 Feb 2014 22:53:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2015-08-22T16:50:26.182-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Photography</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Written Word</category><title>Canada: Where the Wild Things Are</title><atom:summary type="text">






This injury has me at 47 days without walking, without my car, without snow and ice. I&#39;m one person in over a million strung along mountains I cannot access but that are crucial to my well-being. There&#39;s been one too many &quot;Keep Calm and _(fill in this blank)_&quot; and &quot;The mountains are calling and I must go,&quot; quotes thrown at me. I&#39;ve kept calm. Cheerful even. But the mountains are calling </atom:summary><link>http://www.ginabegin.com/2014/02/canada-where-wild-things-are.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (ilikewinter)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzRRtD08D8IbqvP82I9LXSn-PB0keGyNhrtg9PLbNgAMVdejo9vxBRIUBhiFi53ZzP2WAYp53nJUMVX5U7NeZ05KmrLtPEjfjHgrmHPyHeMSg4muEv0GJLttY3LuU_pN1Wl0eYyIUSJIkS/s72-c/Exploring-Parks-Canada-By-Road-Bugaboos.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>4</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-103698808781320630.post-9142988171110433768</guid><pubDate>Wed, 12 Feb 2014 09:50:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2014-02-12T09:39:37.859-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Photography</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Skiing</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Travel</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Written Word</category><title>The Space Between</title><atom:summary type="text">




There were intentions of taking daily pictures this year so I could maintain at least a weekly blog post. Yet here I am, over a month after making that sort-of resolution and finding that I have made one post and taken probably about the same number of daily photos. An exaggeration; there are at least two.

In protest, I&#39;ll put the blame somewhere else, like on the guy who skied out in front</atom:summary><link>http://www.ginabegin.com/2014/02/living-an-unconventional-life.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (ilikewinter)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAyqidBRjCHmIRSE7kyJNuysKCugbtrycv-juqZevU8JBPuT3fTpDphuKtBAakDfZqXOeCXFFoBqNJ_UMXIS6cHKFxrX38VxNVWejMVrSJet16SM_5RmJD2AGVDbDcsAGiNRwzi6ulIirs/s72-c/Living-An-Unconventional-Life-1.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>26</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-103698808781320630.post-1931411171782719081</guid><pubDate>Sun, 05 Jan 2014 13:59:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2014-01-05T06:00:56.882-08:00</atom:updated><title>2014: Is this the year you live life?</title><atom:summary type="text">You&#39;re still doing the same thing you hated last year? Life isn&#39;t getting longer, you know.&lt;!-- Place this tag where you want the widget to render. --&gt;




</atom:summary><link>http://www.ginabegin.com/2014/01/live-life-fully.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (ilikewinter)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-103698808781320630.post-1918312894841047367</guid><pubDate>Sat, 04 Jan 2014 03:18:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2014-01-03T20:44:51.455-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Inspirational</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Written Word</category><title>New Year. These Goals. </title><atom:summary type="text">




2013 ended. Isn&#39;t that just so typical?
Taken somewhere on America&#39;s &quot;Loneliest Road&quot;



When you write for others for a living, you don&#39;t really get around to your own blog. Well, I don&#39;t; perhaps I&#39;m just the slacker of the writing bunch. Because of that, this blog took a huge hit in 2013 with me not dropping in to update it (sorry, blog). Since 2007, it&#39;s gone through various stages of my</atom:summary><link>http://www.ginabegin.com/2014/01/new-year-these-goals.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (ilikewinter)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYJRGR__5j6GYsvYaG7E7NCzCVwpfyTpbmMlAWpfQfuxW-n2-HjhwXYhr-nkpH9Jq8uRT8MkBbTuOTBI5fiMOKLbim-clR8E-rdzdRG49yjdeRpfF2Qtuf_59DLk_lPjOulK5JUBMtIYQo/s72-c/2014-New-Years-Blogging-Photography-Resolution.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-103698808781320630.post-7722332465626806390</guid><pubDate>Sat, 07 Dec 2013 03:58:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2014-01-03T19:57:25.700-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Ski The East :: An Odyssey</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Skiing</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Travel</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">United States</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Written Word</category><title>Ski the East: Clocking Vert at Whiteface</title><atom:summary type="text">

Whiteface: It skis like the West

&quot;Ski the East&quot; is a series of articles as I toured from maritime Canada to the northeast US in a quest to uncover the culture and vibe of the ski community and areas of eastern North America. This is part IX in this series. For more about the project, visit &quot;Uncovering the Mystery.&quot;



Having recently heard of Whiteface’s spectacular scenery—the ski area sits </atom:summary><link>http://www.ginabegin.com/2013/12/ski-east-clocking-vert-at-whiteface.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (ilikewinter)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0uqcLKohLRlDAfpCbTSFvJf_WejWSzXkrPOqhUnpmgnKfYPNPc5-pxvy2hkWh72AL0or2yg8cMIFkZu6HM99-p4kuCxcnwefCf6qShfr2Z9in1AKXpBkRZghigG_eXVtwfxyN4uqP4r0/s72-c/WhitefaceMountain.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-103698808781320630.post-4669350992986686761</guid><pubDate>Tue, 05 Nov 2013 18:13:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2013-11-05T15:45:15.735-08:00</atom:updated><title>A Revisit: &quot;Everything&#39;s Amazing and No One is Happy&quot;</title><atom:summary type="text">


Yeah, flying is so not incredible. ;)
Photo:&amp;nbsp;arjanveen


My brother and I were discussing flight costs of coming home for Thanksgiving. Usually, I would make the drive but the ol&#39; Mazda is feeling her age (poor lass) and needs some surgery before I trek her through more cross-continent journeys. In an expression of mild distaste for the $200 price difference between flying into the major </atom:summary><link>http://www.ginabegin.com/2013/11/a-revisit-everythings-amazing-and-no.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (ilikewinter)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5XASyw44_UhFm4GoxNMLLKOKOyFTek3cw5basjIJtkE14XT2iM7LhPMWIoZKC5MdHXv-21NvQddfY0ymYXp8-xt1GHDaeUbiiFt_qgFet-kIUg1XKQ7Vgi-PbbdViQJdrQDjgEV-Qu6vR/s72-c/Technology+is+amazine.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></item></channel></rss>