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I’m sipping freshly filtered mountain stream water from my water bottle, huddled down on a damp rock beside a roaring, splashing, slick cascade. I’m at 11,000 ft an on early season hot summer day, surrounded by tall withering pine trees. The air feels fresher, cooler, delightful.
Read MoreThings I found interesting lately, what I’ve been up to, and whatever else comes to mind.
Read MoreI’m jogging across the gravel parking lot, my car in sight, that final wave of relief so welcome I could cry. But I already did that today, twice, and I don’t feel like adding more tears to the cocktail of sweat, urine, and the contents of an energy gel that I am somehow plastered with.
Read MorePart 1 of my journey to race in all of the national forests in which my dad worked.
Read MoreHow did I get here?
Here. The end of the line on a remote trail, winding high through slickrock to a lone natural arch, with an expansive, breathtaking view beyond. Other days, “Here” has been a winter wonderland, my footsteps blazing fresh tracks in snow that newly frosts the evergreens above, creating a magical, quiet softness and all I can hear is the crunch of each step.
Read MoreNothing goes as planned. When I first fell in love with running, I thought that a long term plan was about patience and determination, two things within my control. In a crazed, anxious state, I clicked “Complete Registration” on some races that sounded a little bit nuts, but I was excited and optimistic and probably a little bit manic, and I had a realistic strategy for how to get there.
Read MoreIn early February 2020, the girls and I took a vacation to Puerto Rico. I look back on it now with more sorrow than I would like, because it marked the end of an era.
Read MoreTravel blogging is all about writing stories from a trip that took place over two years ago, right? Am I doing this correctly?
No, but I’m doing it my way.
Read MoreConsidering our New Zealand trip took place over 1.5 years ago (!!!), it’s safe to say I am well overdue for some posts on this.
Read MoreHere’s a very short story about my annual pilgrimage to the mountain reservoir near my home.
Read MoreIn July 2018, I biked from Fort Collins to Steamboat Springs, with camping gear strapped to the bike.
Read MoreIs there a story buried under the dune cats? Probably not.
I’ll tell it anyway: We went to the Great Sand Dunes Park and Preserve for a 24-hour “adventure” of lounging around with friends and looking at the stars.
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