Is it blowing snow where you are? Making it sound more appealing to sit inside, pour another cup of coffee or whiskey, and let the day go by outside your window? That’s fine and all. But if you’re beginning to … Read More
“I’d have way more Instagram followers if I posted bikini selfies. And I was a hot woman,” my boyfriend joked—only, it’s most certainly true. Wouldn’t we all, I thought. Using sex to sell is the oldest trick in the book. … Read More
Sometimes it’s hard to feel thankful. We’re all guilty of it at some point. Maybe we feel down because we can’t afford the awesome Christmas gifts we wanted to buy our loved ones. Or feel sorry for ourselves because we … Read More
In 2003, Ken Wylie was an assistant ski guide who, despite thinking it was a bad idea, helped lead a group of clients onto a backcountry slope where an avalanche swept over them, killing seven of them, and burying Wylie … Read More
The grocery list items tumbles in my mind, jumbling with anxious thoughts of upcoming deadlines. I’d already accepted that there would be no mountain bike ride today. No time for a run, either. This was not what I’d envisioned when … Read More
We’ve all heard the warnings. Any of us women who’ve traveled solo, camped alone, or even hiked by ourselves have probably been told, Be careful. It’s dangerous out there. Why don’t you take a guy with you? Why do you … Read More
Maybe you saw videos from the Red Bull Rampage last month. The mountain bikers hucking gargantuan gap jumps and nail-bitingly steep descents in the Utah desert? It was sick, for sure. But did it inspire you to get out on … Read More
When was the last time you watched a movie with a female protagonist? Who, instead of being rescued in the end by Prince Charming, pressed through her challenges to learn and maybe overcome? And when was the last time that … Read More
The wind always seems to pick up right before dawn. Twisting the cottonwoods’ arms and rustling through their drying leaves, it whispered something. Something that sounded dark. Shouldering my heavier-than-usual pack and clicking on my headlamp, I saddled up for … Read More
“Yeah, I think if he really were Mr. Right, it wouldn’t matter which ski pass he had—or even if he were a skier at all,” I said. My friend had just explained that a guy she’d gone on a few … Read More
