It is that dark hour before the dawn where, with tackiness in my eyes, I try to focus on the light that slides past the…
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A little bit less of a nomad now, Jared still likes to refer to himself in the third person.
“Lets run the Petzoldt”, I joke as we regroup from our last down. Anna is the quarterback and in this pick-up game of football, that…
We hunker. The ambient air temperature is 45 degrees and last night’s dusting of snow cloaks Gannet and its cohorts. A cold wind whips down…
September 2015–It is a classic September morning in the Wind River Range. Orange, yellow, and reds splash across the frost covered meadows framing the meandering,…
Is it possible to de-assess myself? Stress is weighing on me, heavier than the sixty pounds of gear and food I am shouldering up this…
“What the fuck are you doing?” “God damn it.” “Fucking A Spaulding…” Those words roll off my tongue with an alacrity I didn’t know I…
March 2016—Purple, red, and pink streaking from the setting sun paints the sky. My shifting eyes dart around, searching, they try to take it all…
“Sorry about being a moody, irritable, asshole this afternoon” I say sheepishly to Kate as she leans against the kitchen counter. What I don’t say,…
“What does one have to do to get in your blog?” John asks as we rope up below the Red Rock classic, Black Magic. I…
Editor’s Note: I am missing this so much right now. I have made eight trips to Patagonia over the past decade, and have been there for…
Coming out of Arusha’s Empire Club late at night, I was pretty sure I didn’t want to get on a motorcycle for the ride home. …
“That is not my wish for you my brother” Rueben says in the pale glow of my headlamp. “No worries sir. I will see you…
“That’s not rain, it is Chuck Norris pee!” KG yells across the maelstrom to the neighboring tent. There is no pitter patter of rain, just…