On sharing, elitism, responsibility, and social media *Don’t worry, I’m not just giving any of them away willy nilly. But I’m not sitting back smugly and keeping things to myself either Car camping, and an introduction to “The Club” My phone buzzed and the text came in. You know a …
Inevitably, the fire will die down over the course of the evening. I am still bundled up in a sleeping bag, not quite wanting to unwrap myself from it’s warmth, yet wanting to reinvigorate the glowing coals that remain in the woodstove. An early morning hue of blue is cast …
“Oh the place we sleep”… A series of place profiles documenting my favorite shacks, cabins, huts, yurts, and such. With no physical home I call my own, I am continuously drawn to, and drawn back to, the simple structures that have provided me shelter over the years. It’s all inspired …
Nevada’s Highway 50 is well known as the “Loneliest Road in America.” I felt it, nearly a decade ago when I took a job as a field technician for a wilderness advocacy group based in Reno. I worked in Nye County that summer (this nation’s second largest, and least populated) …
The mountains of today I forget even now which one of us said it. “Some years since we have stood on a summit together eh?” I did the math in my head, nodding slowly and gazing absently at the unfamiliar peaks spread out around us. “Glacier Peak, and the one …
The sun rises early in this part of Montana; the tent fully illuminated well before 6am. It is quiet. Quiet being relative to what humans consider noise. Just that no cars have passed on the nearby highway this morning; the birds have been chirping and tweeting for hours. All kinds, …
Six photos, five cliché hashtags, and a few words that aren’t even about skiing the South Teton I like making fun of #hashtags and the #jacksonhole (and beyond) Instagram #culture, though I cannot deny being part of it. I’m as excited as anyone else to share cool pictures of my …
Son of Apocalypse A multi-trip multi-year trip report “Dude, they’re moving snow. And it says no parking before 7am. Looks like we can’t leave a truck here.” 4:30 Tuesday morning and I’m barely awake. My alarm had only gone off seventeen minutes earlier. I shrug. No one really should care …
November brings me to that time of year where I can finally take a deep breath. It’s been another long haul since I left last year’s wintering grounds and the comfort of a home. On the first day of spring, in fact, I packed up my life in the truck …
It turns out that during a high and dry spell, the best skiing to be had in the Tetons might be in the Gros Ventres. “The Ski Cabin,” as it is known, is an anomaly among cabins. Free, no reservations, way out there, maintained by the people. I know of …