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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 ...