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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, …

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 …

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 what …

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 …

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 …

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. That’s …

“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 …

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 …

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 …

I was racing against the sun, and I was losing. My progress up the trail could only be described as an awkward shuffle—half-jog, half-walk. My …