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 →

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 →

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