Weekend Wandering: Tracks to Trails

“Remember: where you’re going, there are no roads.” — Doc Brown, Back to the Future III Time travel + van life wrapped in a nifty old western motif? Yep, I’d give it a go. If someone were to ask “would you like to arrive at the trailhead via Delorean or train?” I’m going to pick train, every time. Want to take a train to the trailhead of one of the most stunning basins in Colorado? As luck would have it, you can. The train doesn’t time travel, but the view is breath taking. Here are… Read More

Moab Day 3: Canyonlands and Negro Bill Canyon Trail

As it turns out – cars need gas to run. It also turns out Canyonlands National Park is 527 square miles. Our third day in Moab didn’t go quite as planned. We set off from camp with about a quarter tank of gas and expecting to drive about 40 miles to do a bit of hiking. Little did I know that the trail I was hoping to do was nearly three hours from the park entrance. Can we chalk that up to a blonde moment?  Fortunately we were at the park in the early… Read More

Just a Gut Reaction

Everybody needs beauty as well as bread, places to play in and pray in, where nature may heal and give strength to body and soul. John Muir Simply put: mamma nature knows what we need, and being active outdoors is just plain good for us. I recently read an article on Huffington Post that touches on the health and mental benefits of hiking (scroll to the end of the post for the link). Based on the social media reaction to the story, I think it resonated with many-an-outdoorsman – myself included. And why shouldn’t… Read More

Backpacking: Round 1.5 (or Haven’t We Been Here Before?)

“…it’s about feeling free, unbounded, shedding the distractions and barriers of our civilization—not bringing them with us.” ― Ryel Kestenbaum I first learned to backcountry backpack when I was 18, as a gift from my parents. I went with Outward Bound to the San Juan Mountains of Colorado for three glorious weeks of natural freedom. The trip itself was the very definition of a love/hate relationship. I loathed my frozen boots and the daily hauling of water. At sixty percent of my body weight, the packs were heavy. But every morning, without fail, the hills… Read More