Wind River Day Three

When I was a young boy, I joined the Boy Scouts. We would go on small adventures into the woods

When I was a child growing up in western Colorado, I remember hiking in the mountains and coming across a

There is a phenomenon in life that is both frustratingly simple and deeply profound: the habit of just showing up.

On the first night of my backpacking trip last week, I discovered that I had forgotten a book to read.