So where was I. My last blog was about a month ago right after a weekend with friends. In fact my last blog was written while I was waiting for a phone call from someone to set up the next weekend in Missoula. So what has happened since then? How about a super speed train…

Adventures, by their very nature, are unpredictable. They’re the stories we tell with a mix of pride and a hint of disbelief, the kind of tales that start with a plan and end with a lesson in humility and the unexpected. My recent escapade into the wilds of Corbly Gulch serves as a perfect testament…

Rich asked where I was heading as we enjoyed Cataplooza’s live band. “I’m off to Upper Cottonwood Trail,” I replied. He warned it was rocky, a comment I brushed off silently, determined to conquer the trail despite the warnings. Indeed, the trail was tougher than any I’d faced in Montana, matching the challenging tracks back…

I have been exhausted lately.  Some big adventure coupled with some late nights have me is some major need of sleep. So after work tonight I had two choices. Go home and hit the couch or squeak out a adventure. I settled on a “active rest” hike to Frog Rock. Yet another trail here in…

The day was almost a “loss”, well if you subscribe to my definition of “loss”. Loss occurs when you have a beautiful day and don’t utilize it for an outdoor adventure. I mean we all sit around waiting on summer and when it arrives we take it for grated sometimes. I wouldn’t allow it and…

Today is my friend Jill’s birthday and I told her that I would do an epic in her honor. I said this because she is injured and cannot go epic … so I went epic. I started the day going up a trail called Bozeman Creek. It is the drainage to the East of Hylite.…

I left work facing a weekend that barring any surprise visits will be my first alone weekend at home in Bozeman. I felt kind of sad because I was trying to schedule another weekend like last. But a trip down the canyon on the South side of Bozeman has renewed my enthusiasm. As I sit…

My heart was about to explode out of my chest and I glanced at my GPS watch to see just how high it was. I couldn’t make heads or tails of the display because I was running up a mountain and between the moving display and my anaerobic daze things were a bit confusing. I…

My sleeping bag is the kind that has draw-strings that cinch up the head area so as to keep the heat from escaping. There are two of them, one for the top, and one for the bottom. It can be pretty tricky to get out of the bag quickly.  As my terror grew from being…

I first learned of my friends plans  around mid week.  I was doing my usual prodding around to get someone from Missoula to visit me. One friend responded that they were going back packing.  I was all in and prepared the rest of the week to join them. Friday I promptly left work and went…

Late and wary of police, I opt for back roads, cursing my broken headlamp. I ditch the bike, craving a hike instead. I tackle a rocky ridge, tougher than Missoula’s “M” trail, reminiscing about Sentinel’s similar path. I overtake three gasping exchange students, feeling agile. Reaching a larger “M” made of white stones, curiosity strikes…