After a hilly run into the
Cabinet Mountains, I was sitting in a roadside bar over a plate of pancakes and
corned beef hash. Still in a daze and still in my ru... Read More...
Friends try not to stare,
but they can’t help it. Stop with them at the garage to pick up some motor oil
or lag screws, floaty toys in summer or cider jars in ... Read More...
We shouldn’t have stopped running. The muscles in my legs hardened, and my hands froze into two numb stumps thanks to hours of swinging through cold air. I wond... Read More...
Most sponsored skiers don’t have the kind of alternative life experiences and down-to-earth philosophical approach to skiing when they start getting paid to do ... Read More...
To escape the crowds and noise on Independence Day this year, I headed up to Mt. Spokane State Park that evening. I picked up two burritos at Atilanos on the wa... Read More...
Before becoming a mom, I didn’t like to think about the possibility of taking a break from rock climbing goals and pushing my limits, or staying at home to take... Read More...
People often go to the mountains because they need something—solitude, maybe, or adventure. For me, on that particular spring weekend, I needed a reminder.
Tha... Read More...
“Head down! Head DOWN!” the instructor yells across the water. A head bobs out of the river just long enough to gasp for air, then disappears beneath the upside... Read More...
Some months ago, my friend Scott was diagnosed with terminal cancer. It’s the kind of news that would have me buried in pints of ice cream and trying to get a h... Read More...
I was new to trail running. Before I moved to Spokane, my race of choice was a smooth, flat half marathon. My familiar turf was a paved activity trail or wide g... Read More...
