by Bryan Snyder on February 23rd

(This guest feature is a first person account of the mudslideson January 9, at Montecito, California.) I dropped the shovel, even ..

by Bryan Snyder on September 6th

In the barren reaches of western Utah, far from absolutely anywhere, clear water flows from caves at the foot of ..

by Bryan Snyder on August 30th

And then there was one. All the other western state high-points had left their mark on me. Elbert. Whitney. Kings. Wheeler. ..

by Bryan Snyder on August 24th

Three miles down the trail, I finally noticed my water bottle was missing. That wasn’t good, especially when my intention ..

by Bryan Snyder on August 16th

It was the moment of truth… or at least a compelling approximation of the truth. I had wrapped my right ..

by Bryan Snyder on August 9th

Deerflies pelted the window of the Dodge Nitro, throwing their bodies at the glass with full force as if they ..

by Bryan Snyder on August 2nd

Once the last of the 165 horses drifted out of Robie Park and the clouds of dust began to settle ..

by Bryan Snyder on July 26th

Raspberries, strawberries, huckleberries, wild currants… the amount of fruit flourishing between the boulders in this avalanche zone was staggering. I ..

by Bryan Snyder on July 19th

Three days until the Fourth of July, and already someone had burned their garage down. Firework madness had overtaken the ..

by Bryan Snyder on July 12th

“Looks like you’ll be driving into a storm.” remarked the carpenter. Sure enough, the skies to the west seemed ready to ..