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 →

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 →

52 Days

A year zips by like a springtime river. The trick is to put on your waders and get in there to seize all the potential within those 365 days. I rarely indulge in setting lofty goals and clever resolutions--really, a headstand a day will either happen or not--but there has been a bare minimum desire... Continue Reading →

Voices of Bears Ears

Voices are screaming, howling, pleading, and hoping for the protection of the canyons, sagebrush forests, and cliffs full of history and sacred messages. The chorus is diverse and loud, but drums beat a counter-point that appears to resonate with the ones making decisions at the highest levels. Rather than listen to land, the wind in... Continue Reading →

Learning to Overland

I was never the child that pushed the limits of outdoor play. I spent as much time outside as possible, but did not climb the tallest trees, jump absentmindedly into a creek, or dig a snow cave. I am a dip the toes in, obtain sufficient data, and develop a plan of attack kid to... Continue Reading →

Midlife and Overland

I started wondering what a midlife crisis would look like in our world a couple of years ago. I was pretty sure it did not involve surgical interventions, second homes, or fast cars, but there were murmurings and random admissions we could use an ATV to gain access to more terrain in the mountains. As... Continue Reading →

What the Journal Says

There is a stack of tattered spiral pocket notebooks I keep deeply tucked in my desk drawer, wrapped in a couple layers of plastic. The handwritten notes begin on May 23, 1970 when my mother, two years before becoming such, records the day my parents purchased an Ozark topper, had it loaded on their truck... Continue Reading →

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