Drinking Mad Dog Margaritas

Wherever I am, with that first verse I’m sitting by a campfire watching orange light hit the fretboard of a river-battered guitar. I’m sticking my head out a truck’s window to catch a breath of syringa infused, backroad Idaho air. There’s something in that song that catches me when I’m not “on”.

Under Construction

This May I’ll boat on two different multiday rivers, spend nights in six of my favorite cities and river towns around the West, drive and fly way too many miles, move out of… Continue reading

If Marriage is Like Backcountry Skiing

But those wild places, they come with risk. It’s not always a powder day in love. Sometimes, the skin track is icy. And your binding breaks. And your dog eats a block of ski wax and vomits in your boots…

If Maria Were a Flyfisherman…

No need to manically dance around in your pajamas to beat the winter blues when you have… fishing!

A Valentine to my Couple Friends

It’s pretty great to wake up each morning and say to the love of your life, “What adventure do you want to get into today?”, isn’t it? Good – make that plan, then call me too.

An Outdoor Writer’s Prayer

Dear Mountain Gods, River Spirits and the Greater General Universe: Please make Facebook glitch today, or maybe just explode. Please let me lose my Instagram password. Make some irrelevant tweeting political pundit say… Continue reading

What Makes a Trip Special Isn’t…

If what makes a trip special isn’t bacon, what is it?

Awkward Yoga, Pretty Place – Winter Wanderings

It’s winter but you would hardly know it the way people are off awkward yogaing in such exciting places. Thanks to everyone who contributed and  tag your photos #awkwardyogapp!        … Continue reading

Tequila Beach

Most stories – they bury themselves in the sand. They drift lazily up and down eddy lines. They climb into cracks in the sandstone, limestone and schist. They poke into a driftwood pile and settle in for the winter. Feelings wander up side canyons and don’t come back. Heart-words sit on debris fans and decide not to leave.

Grand, Pt. 4

I want to open myself up to whatever that water moving downhill needs me to know. That river doesn’t need me to try to tell it stories (I’m SO FUN and SOCIAL! I’m a RIVER GUIDE! I’ve GOT THIS) and my ears are a little more open than they’ve ever been before.