I move carefully through the rocky Red Banks section on Mt. Shasta after summiting in the early morning. Traversing a little lower to one of many mass... Read More...
Our little home, from downriver (Photo: Bea Lackaff)
The Forest Service lady’s eyes shone like moss agates. “You’d be PERFECT,” she announced, “to be our pe... Read More...
We tend to think of our home ski hills in terms of specific days: the late-winter day it dumped an unforecast 14 inches; the day an old-timer revealed a new-to-... Read More...
Many of my favorite memories took place in some part of our nation’s public lands—lands held in the public trust for the benefit of all citizens. I was reflecti... Read More...
As the school year came to a close, my family and I were sitting around the dinner table discussing plans for the summer. Hanging out at the lake, a trip to Sea... Read More...
I took a deep breath before plunging under the overpass on my way back to work after a session at Wild Walls climbing gym. The smell of human excrement and unwa... Read More...
At age 18, to impress a girl on the track team, I went for my first run. Dressed in a ratty pair of gym shorts and a white t-shirt, I headed out. After a quarte... Read More...
In June 2015, I wrote an article for Out There Monthly called “Why I Run” about training for my first 50k trail run. The run never happened. I was supposed to b... Read More...
It was midweek halfway through spring when we rumbled along a dusty road south of Cheney with our rented EWU canoe humming atop our station wagon. We reached th... Read More...
The look on Mat’s face told me everything I didn’t want to know. I could feel the blood running down my neck into my shirt, and when I turned my head to look do... Read More...
