Meaghan Logic @dudeseriously - Tumblr Blog

Iceland. Your East Coast was amazing, I can’t wait to come back for your West fjords.

Swapping flies, wearing too big waders, having the time of my life.

Whispering sweet nothings to Rainbow Trout under rainbow skies.

That was one hell of a good time. Until next year, Descend!

Descend On Bend 2017: 300+ overland vehicles, 4 huge bonfires, 3 boot stompin bands. One super concentrated dose of #vanlife.

It was snowing & I couldn't feel my fingers but shoodang I was happy.

Vanlife + Cascade Lakes = 10/10 would do again

If you put a Thomas Kinkade painting and a pumpkin spice latte in a blender, you get this picture.

Twilight fishing for the win.

Everything is here // This is everything

You know those moments you want to live in forever? This was one of them. Pulling native Brookies out of my dream stream left & right, scampering over granite boulders, sneaking up on perfect pool after perfect pool... it was my favorite day of fishing I've ever had.

#flyfishing #new hampshire

I try to go mountain biking once every 5 years just to see if I still hate it. So when I got the seemingly innocuous text, "hey wanna go mtn biking?", I realized with trepidation it was that time again. I walked into the garage and stood in front of the wall of Rubbermaid tubs. There it was. A red tub, covered in stickers with the word "Bike" Sharpied on the side. As I popped the lid off, a wave of lycra, race numbers, energy shots and a mishmash of eggbeater pedals flew at me. Apparently I had packed that bin to the max when I gave up on racing bikes years ago. I tossed on some bibs, contemplating if that's even a thing that mountain bikers wear, while simultaneously acknowledging that what I'm wearing is probably not what is going to be embarrassing about this situation. I glanced at my shoes and pedals & thought about giving them a go when I pulled out my pedal wrench & saw that it was completely mangled. (Your guess is as good as mine.) Flat pedals & sneakers it was... and probably for the best. I put air in the tires & tossed my bike in the car & we were off. As I hopped on at the trailhead, a feeling of nostalgia & hopefulness washed over me but was quickly replaced by panic as i realized I was grabbing handfuls of brake with no actual braking. No brakes? How exciting. A little finagling & we were back in business. With warm sun on my shoulders, I settled into a distantly familiar rhythm of pedaling up hills & swooping back down them. Suffice to say, the bike box will stay unpacked this summer. I might even have to get back into cyclocross this fall, but that's a lot of commitment. We'll just take it one ride at a time...