by Bryan Snyder on August 1st

The rock dared me to trust it. “I’ll be a good handhold,” it seemed to whisper. “I promise!” Though it ..

by Bryan Snyder on July 18th

The grungy man, who looked like he hadn’t showered in weeks, drifted sleepily over to our car window and peered ..

by Bryan Snyder on July 11th

Halfway across the creek, the nerve endings in my feet began to feel like they were on fire. Direct snowmelt ..

by Bryan Snyder on July 4th

After I had clawed my way back up the thirty-foot cliff, I sat down on the trail with a thud, ..

by Bryan Snyder on September 27th

I was just beginning to nod off in my tent when an intense light burned through my eyelids, searing a ..

by Bryan Snyder on September 20th

With the coming of sunrise over Long Valley, one might expect to be greeted with fresh, crisp breezes and gentle ..

by Bryan Snyder on September 14th

One minute I’m being harassed by overvigilant teachers for eating cereal outside the public library, and the next minute I’m ..

by Bryan Snyder on September 7th

“It’s a tornado!” shouted Justice from the top of the scissor lift, excitement and disbelief coloring his voice. I followed ..

by Bryan Snyder on August 30th

There seemed to be no end to the refuse and relics of bygone years as I continued to haul load ..

by Bryan Snyder on August 23rd

The Pintlers… these were dark, humorless mountains with the temperament of a Scottish highlander, prideful and dour.  Forests clung tenaciously ..