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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 ...

  I move carefully through the rocky Red Banks section on Mt. Shasta after summiting in the early morning. Traversing a little lower to one ...

The Forest Service lady’s eyes shone like moss agates. “You’d be PERFECT,” she announced, “to be our permit host at Cache Creek—on the Snake River—for ...