Cold bites the air, frost grips the earth. Beneath the surface, something stirs—midwinter is not stillness, but a quiet revolution. Weeks have passed since the solstice, and weeks remain before the Vernal equinox—spring. The groundhog has seen its shadow, hinting at...
Big Springs is my favorite haunt, no matter the season. Winter transforms it into something entirely different—quiet, vast, and alive with its own rhythm. As I hike toward the springs, backcountry skis gliding over six inches of fresh powder, I notice the air moving...
A few months ago, I was studying Mt. Timpanogos on a map—one of my favorite ways to pass time—when I noticed something unusual. One of its peaks was labeled Bomber Peak. That name stuck with me. I vaguely remembered hearing about a B-52 crash in the area years ago,...
When John Muir wrote, “The mountains are calling, and I must go,” he didn’t realize how deeply I’d feel that call in my bones. There is something about the crisp air at elevation, the vast silence interrupted only by the wind, the way the world stretches...
I didn’t see it coming – but then I did. The forgotten passwords. Her TV began to go on the blink intermittently, never an explanation. She began to iterate on topics previously discussed, not just repeating herself but fixating. It’s hard to say she really forgot...
Done something really hard lately? Recently, I did. Before 30, every “first” seemed challenging. College. Jobs. Marriage. First mortgage. Fatherhood. Bigger mortgages. 🙂 It isn’t hard to see how these were all great stretch opportunities, sweet enhancements to my...
