I spend a lot of time outside—enough that I should probably worry more about skin cancer than I do. I’d always figured my coloring kept me on the safer end of it: brown hair, hazel eyes, skin that browns before it burns. Then someone close to me had a melanoma...
If someone asked for volunteers to run laps around the high school track, I’d be the last hand up. The reaction comes before the thought — flat, physical, immediate. Not fatigue. Something closer to boredom that has weight to it. The repetition, the grind, the...
I spent late Tuesday afternoon hiking up Bunnells Fork. It’s not a famous trail. Not particularly difficult. Just a good trail tucked away in a canyon that sees far fewer people than it deserves. Seventeen hundred vertical feet in two miles. I committed to that...
While I slept well the last few nights from cold temperatures, I couldn’t help but think about the orchards. That’s the trade this time of year. We rest better when the air cools off—windows cracked, deeper sleep, a sense of reset. But nearby, those same temperatures...
I haven’t written much the past few weeks. Not because life has been full. More because it hasn’t. Just not in ways that resolve into something clear enough to name. It’s been a stretch of in-between—one of those seasons that doesn’t announce itself but quietly takes...
We were the first vehicle at the trailhead that morning. Snow was falling, not sideways or dramatic, just steady and confident. South Fork Canyon sat in that narrow winter window where the temperature hovers just above indecision: cold enough for clean flakes, warm...
