women of climbing

Annie Smith Peck (1850-1935) was in many ways a trailblazer for women and their ability to have the same opportunities and adventures as men. She was one of the first female mountaineers, and sparked the discussion about what women can and should do in society.

She studied at the University of Michigan very soon after the institution first opened its doors to female students, and gained a degree in Greek and Classical Languages; she also spoke French, Spanish, and Portuguese. In addition to mountaineering, she studied and taught archaeology. She was president of the Joan of Arc Suffrage League, and placed a “Women’s Vote” banner on the top of Coropuna peak, which she climbed at the age of 65.

Sometimes I forget that the Holy Spirit dwells in me. I forget 1 Corinthians 3:16. I forget Philippians 4:13. I get caught up in the present, in the pain, in the hardship. I tell myself, “I can’t do this.” When really, I am His temple and His Spirit dwells in me. When really, I can do all things through Him who strengthens me.


Woman climbing a leaning tree. ‘Monkeyin around’ handwritten on bottom of snapshot. / source: simple insomnia

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Yesterday I went bouldering with my loves in San Bernardino National Forest.
It was a great morning.
Also, loving this crazy creek chair! Super light weight and packable!
March 23, 2017

For women who are tied to the moon, love alone is not enough. We insist each day wrap it’s knuckles through our heart strings and pull. The lows. The joy. The poetry. We dance at the edge of a cliff, you have fallen off. So it goes. You will climb up again.
You rare girl, once again, you have a body that belongs to no lover, to no father, belongs to no one but you. Wear your sorrow like the lines on your palm. Like a shawl to keep you warm at night. Don’t mourn the love that is lost to you now. It is a book of poems whose meters worked their way into your pulse. Even if it has slipped from your hands, it will stay in your body.
You loved a man who treated you like absinthe, half poison and half god. He tried to sweeten you, to water you down. So you left. And now you have your heart all to yourself again. A heart like a stone cottage. Heart like a lover’s diary. Hope like an ocean.
—  Letter From Anais Nin to Clementine von Radics