“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…
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A little bit less of a nomad now, Jared still likes to refer to himself in the third person.
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…
We walked through the narrow portal in the cinderblock wall. A tall, wrought Iron gate clanked loudly as it closed behind us, keeping the honest…