I just remembered something that I read once. Not exactly as it was written, but as I understood it. Or misunderstood. To heal from something maybe it is not as much as focusing on what is wrong but training your attention on the things that are right. Key word, heal. As we left camp I…

The ongoing saga of the hurty-back trip. Well that is what I called it. Looking at the photos one would think it was a outstanding adventure of a lifetime in Paria Canyon. I did not sleep after the long haul into the canyon. Well maybe I did but not much. I needed to be turned…

Our friends had turned around and Mo reluctantly agreed to go for camp 1, a mile or so after the Buckskin Gulch intersection. I figured we were almost there. Well, never just figure that yo are almost there. We were not almost there. It got darker and darker. For me this was my first canyon.…

So I got up and tested a backpack. It was assumed I would try and then I could wave good bye to my friends as they headed out for an adventure. My plan was to just lay around camp and sleep. I couldn’t sleep since the accident that injured my back. The pack was heavy…

I may have the details wrong but the message is the dame. An indigenous person once told his grandson that he had a huge battle inside him. And that it was between two wolves. One was full of gratitude, love, and kindness. The other full of hate, resentfulness, and sorrow. “Which on do you think…

We have been out training our ass(s) to be more durable for the 8th Annual 25 Hours in Frog Hollow. And thus exposing ourselves to the changing of the season. Or changing of the guards as you will. From green life on the summer landscapes to death and decay. The horrid advancement of complete frozen death.…

Mountains are cool. No, not as in sold. They are rad! They hang out with giants and they tip their toes in ice cold streams. And their views …. well … sheyaaa …o/o

Flanders Lake … a hidden gem. Well not hidden really. One can get to it quite easily. Just that there is no ‘official’ trail on a map and thus can be overlooked. We are with snow now and it was just last week we were discovering new parts of the world like Flanders Lake. And…

The difference between pleasure and pain is … well, kidding, maybe that is a little dramatic for today’s post. Let me just say this. When you have a choice between forcing yourself to go out and doing something you have already done and something that is new, choose new. For instance. When we were deciding…

It happens every spring. The first low temperature of the season. For us here in Bozeman that will be tomorrow. A high of only 36 during the day. And then that night getting down to 19. Very exciting. I can’t wait. Like trees. Some grow at lower elevations and some up high. The mortality rate…

You climb until you get to the top. Some say that they are not interested in the top and that they turn around early if they want. But then there is the rub. At least for me I feel these people still are pretty driven to reach the top. Maybe they make disclosure statements so…

But bikes. I mean a carbon bike will last forever right? But for us humans … not so much. We end. Our journeys end. Our relationships end. Jobs end. Situations ends. Most of all, seasons end. My current journey is speckled with evidence of things that end. Colors of leaves changing and under-story turning yellow.…

I was shocked to see how close our next race is. We are 4 weeks out. I closed my browser and headed out for our Tuesday night adventure. Tonight was Upper Hyalite Lake. I am ready for tonight’s ride but am I ready to stay awake and ride for 25 hours? Not really. And this…

Yeah right! A weekend off from the ever demanding pattern of packing on Thursdays leaving on Fridays and then be back in place at the 40 hour work week sometime Monday morning. We planed the usual activities to get caught up. Since every week in the summer we have been gone. We planned to put…

For various reasons we moved our weekly adventure series to Tuesday effectively making it now the Tuesday Night Adventure. Those reasons are private. The forecast was for rain so I pulled a hike out of my ass. Bozeman proper is a bad place to hike. not many choices. Drinking Horse, M, Pete’s Hill, and some…