KRISTA

When strangers ask me how I came to work in Death Valley, I lie. I’m not ashamed of the truth; I just know that it’s not what a family of bright-eyed tourists wants to hear over breakfast. Like a lot of parkies, my pilgrimage to the middle of nowhere wasn’t inspired by memories of a particularly pleasant…

JULIETTE

Anyone who’s lived through a Michigan winter knows that the brutal temperatures, ice storms, lack of Vitamin D, and hermitting attitudes of the mitten’s population can take a toll on one’s motivation and zest for life. At nineteen, I had stuck around my home town for too long after high school and found myself slipping…