adventure

Wildfire smoke suffocated the last days of August. Our valley an endless, disorienting, gray haze that hid the mountains and the sun. We woke in the mornings with sore throats

We’ve been living well this summer. Lots of camping, swimming, playing. Being, breathing outside. I often say that I am at my best when in nature and it’s true. I

I mean to get up at 5:30. To go for a run and get some work done before the kids woke. But I keep re-closing my eyelids until 6:40 and

On one bright sunshiney day last January, our family skied with our good friends. We aimed our skis into Snowbowl’s East Bowl without talking about it first. A few turns

Dear readers of my words, I didn’t know I needed it. Did you know I needed it? That I needed to hear from YOU? You must have known. I sometimes

We camp every fall in a valley southeast of where we live. Cold, goldenrod trees against bruised sky. No cell service, continually stoked campfire. Everywhere to explore. Brown trout dancing

My daughters watch themselves dance in the window reflection. Margot tucks her shirt in, untucks it. Sways her hips from side to side. Tucks it in again. Spins on one

red, blue, green, yellow and white worn by peace, gentle wind and the bluest sky in the middle of nowhere definitely somewhere four things to hear small feet skipping over