When We’re Looking for Progress
Cool mountain air drifted through the cracked-open window, bringing sleep-disturbing beeps and rumbles with it. Awake in our tiny room in the back of the…
Cool mountain air drifted through the cracked-open window, bringing sleep-disturbing beeps and rumbles with it. Awake in our tiny room in the back of the…
Carrying a plate I carry a literal steel plate around everywhere I go. Anyone can tell you about my weird habit of carrying my gym…
It’s at the bottom of the slopes that it feels most risky. It’s not the terrain or even the conditions. It’s the people. Up top,…
“Let me tell you why you are here. You’re here to be salt-seasoning that brings out the God-flavors of this earth. If you lose your…
Waking to the sound of water pelting the window and a gloomy sky that looked to be parked for the day, I heaved a dissatisfied…
My husband and I stood at the end of the discernible trail—looking first at each other and then at the forest floor. A ways back,…
Wriggling deeper into my sleeping bag, I looked out the side window of our Sequoia. Backlit by the full moon, silhouettes of surrounding lodgepole pines…
Here in the midwest, even diehard summer fans eventually come to anticipate the cool days and colorful foliage that come with the changing of the…
Pivoting at the switchback, I wondered just exactly why I’d thought the thigh-burning Hellroaring Trail was a good idea. Sure, the descent had been smooth…
Sir Winston Churchill said, “To each there comes in their lifetime a special moment when they are figuratively tapped on the shoulder and offered the…