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.

Explore Like a Dog

If I explored like a dog, I would bump and tumble into my friends as we found the ridge line. I’d chew on their ears and make sure they knew how happy I was to have them there.

Awkward Yoga, Pretty Place – Falling Over

It’s autumn, the perfect season to fall into some awkward yoga! Literally, we’re falling over. With yoga happiness.

The (Outdoor Kid) Guide to Air Travel

Airports tend to be everything an outdoorsy kid hates: crowds, lines, grumpy baristas, an entirely artificial environment, people with 9-5 jobs, powersuits. The only redeeming factor of an airport, BARS, is reduced to only a fleeting IPA dream when you realize you could buy a six pack at home for the price of a single airport brew.

Why a River Guide Wedding Matters

I looked at these two people, standing under that wooden arch, that I look up to as boatman, that I respect as teachers, and whom I love as friends. Okay, I tried to look because I was crying pretty good and also had my sunglasses on – and I saw not only the love between them but also the mess.

Quick n’ Dirty Reviews: The Redington Butter Stick

In overview – this rod is smoother at presenting dry flies than melted margarine left in a hot car in August.

Wildfire Air: Reflections on the End of an Idaho Guiding Season

Then one morning, I wake up to fire our coffee water and instead of pink dawn, it’s still dark. I fumble around for my headlamp, then watch the blue flames lick up a metal pot. A sliver of moon skates along the ridge above camp. I’m wearing my puffy jacket. The river sound bubbles against the sound of lit propane and instead of giggling, “summer, summer SUMMER” the river says, gently, “Here comes autumn.”

The Boat/Horse Vibration

“Okay, so now I need you to SQUEEEEZE her sides like you are SQUEEEEZING a bean!” my mom’s husband Greg tells me in his excited Italian New Yorker accent. “The reigns are like… Continue reading

An (Outdoorswoman) Guide to Beachy Hair Waves

know you’re not going to make room in your already packed ammo can toiletries kit for an extra bottle of conditioner. So if the SPF is the issue, why not just run some of your sports sun screen through your hair every morning? Disclaimer: I’m not sure how this will affect your shiny bouncy levels.

An Idaho Salmon

It’s one of those nuclear hot Salmon River afternoons. Up on a sand bar bench, our metal dish buckets heat themselves without help from a stove. T and I are cooking dinner, trying not to add our own sweat to chicken fajitas and a black bean salad. I slide down the beach to drain a few cans, my brain running menus, boiling times and vegetarian options. It’s the end of a trip. I feel muddled by heat, my muscles sore from rowing against the wind.