The secret to life is bugging out early and heading to the hills as fast as you can. There’s something about being cooped up in…
I pulled the car over just past Crescent Junction. It’s 12:45 AM. My eyes are dry from attempting to see between the reflective lines painted on the…
The allure of the road, the yearning to be away, away from here, away from where you belong, where you have a job, responsibilities, mortgages,…
I stood there looking at my feet. It wasn’t a pleasant location to be standing looking at one’s feet, but there I was nonetheless. Just…
From today, we should’ve had three more days before we exited the JMT. Instead, today was my second day back at work. To say that our…
Note #1 Spending time in the backcountry is often romanticized, until one spends an afternoon trying to do nothing. Then there is a special kind…
“What’s today?” I asked. The entirety of the group looked at each other until someone pulled out their phone and actually looked at the day…