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June 5, 2020 / / Pandemic Dialogues

NOLS courses are hard. My jaw thrusts downward and outward while my hands cup the sides of my mouth. “Rrreeddd tent, close your vestibule” I yell from my tent door…

April 14, 2013 / / Climbs
December 25, 2021 / / Desert Notes

The slots rise hundreds of feet upward, the narrows windy, twisty, sandy, muddy, straight, steep, flat, red, black, orange, grey, everything in between all those. These cleaving slices through the…

November 7, 2021 / / Family

Author’s Note: The November 7th of 2021 marks the 25th anniversary of my father’s unexpected passing.  He was 46.  In the 23rd year after his death I actively engaged with…

October 27, 2021 / / Family

My tears take the long way to the pillow. They trace a line over my cheek bone and down to my chin, being slowed by week-old stubble, before depositing themselves…

September 19, 2021 / / 616

The pandemic reinforced my love of tea and tacos.  Here is the beginning and the end to 2021’s daily grind: ~ the pot: with Andy home it is a two…

August 28, 2021 / / Horses

I lost Luke twice.  He was my first love.  I remember the tears rolling down my cheek as I wrapped my arms around him.  I buried my face into his…

July 31, 2021 / / Alpine Notes

I have no tattoos.  That story is one of lazy summer days, friendship, and happenstance.  But it is not for here.  Here is where I tell you what tattoos the…

June 29, 2021 / / Horses
May 24, 2021 / / Alpine Notes

Editor’s Note: The author lives and writes from the current and ancestral lands of the Eastern Shoshone, Northern Arapaho, Apsaalooké, and Cheyenne.  His direct ancestors landed at Plymouth Rock in…

April 27, 2021 / / NOLS

Editor’s Note: I wrote this piece, taken from an interview with a NOLS alum, close to two years ago.  The interview was done in the process of writing a NOLS…

March 30, 2021 / / Desert Notes
February 27, 2021 / / 616

  September 2017–I knew it was there somewhere.  Deep in my second floor storage closet in the Noble Hotel was a rectangular, blue, Tupperware bin of tools.  There was an…

January 27, 2021 / / Desert Notes

“How many times have you done this?” Tim asks.  “Oh, probably close to twenty” Ryan replies. Ryan is below us, wedged into a slot, rigging the green static rope to…

December 25, 2020 / / NOLS
November 19, 2020 / / Horses
October 25, 2020 / / Family

I knew there would be some choice words for the cars in front of us whenever we next stopped, but the truth is I am glad we were going twenty…