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Welcome Back to Shoulder Season

I’ve written before about shoulder season. We tend to think of it as spring and fall, when the days may be warm enough for short sleeves but the evenings are chilly enough for a puffy jacket. The leaves may be leafing or turning color, the days are getting noticeably longer or shorter. I enjoy the light in the fall and the sweetness of the heat while the sun is up. I’ve pulled out my headlamp and tights for morning runs.

Almost clear skies on Grand Mesa!

Taking advice

Stopping in at the local fly or bike shop and asking for advice is a well established ritual, especially if you are in a new area. What river is fishing well? What flies are working? What are the trail conditions? What’s the local fave ride? Is there good camping somewhere? At the bike shop, I might buy a map or a pair of socks. At the fly shop, I will get some dry flies. But how do you know when

Mack taking a nap


A friend of mine shared a video with me recently, which is funny and touching and inspiring. This guy, Isaac, had been in a terrible skydiving accident and was not expected to walk again. In the video he hikes and scrambles to the top of a volcano, despite not having quads or sensation in his left leg. One of my favorite parts of the video shows him driving a motorcycle, “A real motorcycle, not a dumbass little scooter.” To shift

Bee on a hollyhock

Honey, Honey

Last night the backyard hummed when I took the dogs out, and bees were everywhere. We have two neighbors with hives, so I assumed that something was happening hive-wise, and the bees did eventually calm down and fly away. We have a jar of our friend’s honey, and with a yard full of flowers I am sure that this honey is the taste of our yard and neighborhood. In honor of the neighbor bees, how about a couple of honey

Mack and bald eagles.

Are you an optimist?

If you find the last dispersed camping spot in the canyon are you bothered by the dust, noise, and lack of privacy? Or are you grateful that the canyon is beautiful and the camping free? What if the camping spot is in a lumpy field of fresh horse poop? What if your dogs love to eat horse poop? What if nearby cows are bellowing throughout the night? And a wildfire nearby is filling the valley with smoke? Would you describe

Fork on a stick at Hams Fork

Hams Fork, Again

My previous post on Hams Fork is by far the most popular on this blog so far. I have no data on whether what I wrote was useful, but it made me think about how odd the valley was last time we went, and so we took another trip there last weekend. As we rolled down Hams Fork Road there were multiple wilderness fire camps, large highway signs about fire activity and road closures. We passed fields of tents, fire

Twin Peaks

Bald Mountains and Fish Creeks

I take pride in being a great passenger on road trips. I entertain, provide snacks, select playlists, look up facts on the internet (when there is cell coverage), pet the bossy snout of Mack, and most importantly, I navigate. 90% of the time we have only a general idea of where we are going, so an atlas is the best way to find our next spot. My job is locating creeks, dirt roads, trails, potential camp spots, lunch spots, dog

storm rolling in, fishlake NF

Our New Camping Soundtrack

You will be happy to know that I have taken up the ukulele! Are you asking why? I could answer that it has been something I’ve wanted to do for a long time (which is true), but really it was just a notion of something I would like to do someday. I can’t say why, exactly, my brain decided that last Friday was THE DAY. I asked my co-worker, casually, what sort of ukulele a beginner might buy that they

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