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.

Awkward Yoga, Pretty Place – Summer Dreaming

Summer is sexy, right? Wrong! Summer is for sunburns, sweaty shorts, sandy hair, popsicle face… and the best awkward yoga opportunites as you travel all over the goddamn beautiful place! Thanks for the submissions!


Boating is an Abusive Relationship

“Blamph!” My head snaps back, my sunglasses crooked on my face. I take a few sharp breaths. — There’s a moment when a boater knows she has botched her line. It’s not as… Continue reading

Awkward Yoga, Pretty Place – May Flowers


A Crap Day of Boating the Grand Canyon

This day was a crap day of boating the Grand Canyon. Not because the canyon was any less majestic than usual, but because I was in a crap mood. I know, I’m not supposed to say that. I’m not saying it was a bad trip overall, or that I wasn’t grateful to be in one of the most remote and extended river canyons in the world…

A Boater’s Hands

Holding an oar into whitewater is like putting your hand on the beating pulse of an animal with claws. Most guides are connected to their rivers straight from their hearts. Our oars in our hands are the bible that translates the river’s beat into something our human brains can comprehend.

Awkward Yoga, Pretty Place – April Adventures

Thanks for all your great photos you lovely awkward yogis! I’ve been on the road, if I somehow missed your submission, please send it over again. April means warmer temps, more skin and… Continue reading