Whimsy and Lead

Around the time my mother was turning 45 I was a frustrated teenager begging her to allow me to try out for the track team. I desperately wanted to have an outlet for energy and social contacts that did not involve church. Maybe it was the latter point that prompted the firm no, although I... Continue Reading →

Humility Lessons

I stared at my new nemesis in a snot-fest snowstorm on the bunny hill of Alta. Snotty-nosed Utah wunderkind made it look so easy but when I tried to load onto the button lift with its tiny little orange landing pad on the menacing rope, I got spit out and snickers arose from the kiddos.... Continue Reading →

Becoming Melis’

The sky has the pregnant look of impending delivery of snowflakes, but I have learned to distrust such things here in the valley floor. I have also realized it is kind of nice to not have to shovel before leaving the house to ski. If it snows above 8,000 feet, I am usually content. Under... Continue Reading →

Helping Myself

The universe is trying to tell me something. I am never drawn to self-help books but for some reason I insisted on Stephen downloading a copy of Jen Sincero’s “You Are a Badass®: How to Stop Doubting Your Greatness and Start Living an Awesome Life” for my iPod. I nearly did not make it past... Continue Reading →

The Wanderlust Box

Where does wanderlust come from? Is the insatiable desire to keep seeing and doing written into our genes? Does the need to keep exploring spring from a constant barrage of media telling us to keep traveling? Or is it sprouted from the seeds planted by individuals and events before we were born? Can wanderlust sit... Continue Reading →

A Saucy Obsession

I will never forget the first time I ate Mexican food, okay New Mexican. Six years of living on Midwestern hot dishes prepared me poorly for the experience of dining on tangy beef rolled in fried tortillas with a bean concoction that looked nothing beans as I knew them from our gardens. If the food... Continue Reading →

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 →

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