Struggling with Monogamy

I professed love to a single river. From the age of six, I was going to live and die for the Rio Grande. Coming from Minnesota where rivers were plump, clear, and departing headwaters on long journeys, the idea of a pitiful little stream that gave all she could for growing peppers and pecans before... Continue Reading →

Sleeping Bag Therapy

How is it that a nylon sack stuffed with feathers or polyfill can restore balance in a sometimes-twisty world? One “bag night” can deliver therapeutic benefits beyond anything chemical or funky mushrooms. Spend a night out in fresh air tucked into a sleeping bag and you’ll find your blood running with more vigor and neurons... Continue Reading →

Go High

It has not been a good summer to be a trout in Colorado’s rivers. The lackluster snowpack, made worse with ongoing dry weather and missing monsoons, left most watersheds in dire shape. As August rolled around, the shallow water had many advocating to stay out of the rivers and leave the trout alone. Rumors of... Continue Reading →

If Trout Could Vote

I recall a warm night in 2016. It was a time before we associated crazytown with the White House, and politicians were angling for spotlight time in the race to be president. Truly the stage was set, they were vying for 2020. It was convention time and the Democrats had the stage. Among the eager... Continue Reading →

When We Are Older

I recently had a heated discussion with a five and an eight-year-old about riding bikes. They have bikes, neither choose to ride. They opt for scooters like modern kids in cities do. I assured them bikes would take them to much more interesting places, but they cannot comprehend needing anything more interesting than pavement that... Continue Reading →

A Park to Befriend

be·friend (verb) To act as a friend to (someone) by offering help or support.   There are many ways to delineate my life, but one of my favorites is to draw a bright line at the point I moved next door to a national park. Before then, we had to plan for months and travel on our... Continue Reading →

Beside the River

I sat by a mountain stream and stared at the cliffs above. Shallow, cold water rolled past my bare feet and I let my head wander as my body sat still and bathed in the sunshine. I recalled countless times as a child that I had played next to a stream or on a lake... Continue Reading →

Wading Beneath the Bathtub Ring

Every year I live in the West I shed another layer of my prior contempt for dams. The naivety I possessed growing up in the water-rich environment of Minnesota, and the disgust I felt for those red mud-infused waters of Oklahoma, has been informed by life where mountain water drains towards the desert but only... Continue Reading →

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