(This guest feature is a first person account of the mudslideson January 9, at Montecito, California.) I dropped the shovel, even ..
In the barren reaches of western Utah, far from absolutely anywhere, clear water flows from caves at the foot of ..
And then there was one. All the other western state high-points had left their mark on me. Elbert. Whitney. Kings. Wheeler. ..
Three miles down the trail, I finally noticed my water bottle was missing. That wasn’t good, especially when my intention ..
It was the moment of truth… or at least a compelling approximation of the truth. I had wrapped my right ..
Deerflies pelted the window of the Dodge Nitro, throwing their bodies at the glass with full force as if they ..
Once the last of the 165 horses drifted out of Robie Park and the clouds of dust began to settle ..
Raspberries, strawberries, huckleberries, wild currants… the amount of fruit flourishing between the boulders in this avalanche zone was staggering. I ..
Three days until the Fourth of July, and already someone had burned their garage down. Firework madness had overtaken the ..
“Looks like you’ll be driving into a storm.” remarked the carpenter. Sure enough, the skies to the west seemed ready to ..