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 →

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 →

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 →

Salmon Fishing in Colorado

The plan is to get up tomorrow and go do something we have never done before. The kokanee salmon are running at Blue Mesa Reservoir and we are going to go try our hand at catching them. The key question tonight is--what color nail polish do salmon like? I have opted for a pinky-orange color... Continue Reading →

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