Becca Rettenberger

A burlesque-dancing, poetry loving, career-minded babe nestled next to the mountains that she’s grown up climbing. Loves chocolate, wine, and anything else that will elicit a moan. Believes in sipping whiskey after a hard day and fawning over every animal she meets. Feels weird talking in third person, but loves writing fake epitaphs on the various ways she could perish doing wild things she only dreams about