Hello there! I’m Becca! I’m thirty years young and have called Washington home for each and every one of them.
A middle child in a blended family, I was raised in Eatonville, WA, which is a quiet, little town in the shadow of Mount Rainier. I played sports growing up, but school was always #1. At the age of 17, I graduated with both a high school diploma and an Associates. From there, I attended the University of Washington and graduated 2 years later with a Bachelors in Psychology. The better part of my early 20s was full of job shadows, internships and post-grad work in an attempt to find out what I wanted to do with my life.
In 2012 I was involved in a serious car accident. On a Thursday afternoon in late May, I suffered a seizure while driving to the gym; my first and only seizure. I crossed the center line, breached a sidewalk and drove straight into the Tacoma Food Coop on 6th Avenue. Fortunately, no one was seriously injured. I have no recollection of the event; my only memory before the accident was leaving my house and my first memory afterwards is me lying inside a CT machine in the ER. For months, doctors ran test after test to determine what happened, but in the end, it was ruled ‘An Act of God,’ by the doctors and the insurance companies settled out of court.
Life was pretty different after the accident. On the one hand, I became consumed with anxiety as inner voices echoed ‘what if it happens again’ regularly. Ultimately, I became pretty introverted as my happiness and social life nose-dived while self-doubt crept in. Then on the other hand, the accident reminded me how fragile and non-permanent life is. We all have expiration dates, but have no knowledge of when our time is up. How we spend our time here on this beautiful planet is ultimately our choice and I found myself questioning what was important to me. School became less of a priority as I became enthralled with being present, being happy and experiencing as much as this life can offer.
Fast forward to 2014, I became a dog mom to a chubby, rambunctious and loving French Bulldog named Buddy. As unconventional as this sounds, he kick-started my presence in the hiking scene. At 33lbs, he’s not your typical Frenchie, he’s more of a muscle hamster. He trail runs, he backpacks and together, we’ve tackled some pretty impressive Northwest feats: Mailbox Peak, Granite Mountain and Mount Ellinor to name just a few. As he gets older, I know I‘ll need to keep a closer eye on his abilities, but right now, his energy levels are off the chart and he absolutely kills it!
The accident, becoming a dog mom & immersing myself in the healing energies of the mountains was a ‘wake up, this is your life!’ trifecta of events. From the summits of Adams and Helens to the grueling yet magical thru-hike of the Enchantments to all the other treks in between, the mountains silence those inner voices and have offered me more than I could’ve ever asked of them. There’s no where else I feel more powerful, more strong-minded, more me than in the outdoors; this is why I continue to Choose Mountains and also share my adventures with others who might be looking for what the mountains have to offer.