Do you ever get that pang of sadness after a big event? Do you know that overwhelming feeling of both exhaustion and happiness at having given yourself fully...

A black hole of agony. That’s the only way to describe what if felt like. It’s been 5 years since Brad and I climbed to the top of a granite summit in Yosemi...

This piece was written for Beside Magazine in July, 2019. With a burly build and broad frame, sheep shearer Mike Schuldt is the very picture of a prototypica...

Brandi Carlile wrote a line in a song that stopped me dead in my tracks the other day: “Can you fight the urge to run for another day? You might make it fart...

When I was in 5th grade I entered the school race. I’m pretty sure it was called the “Turkey Trot”. I was older and faster than most of my classmates and I w...

I knew it would be wild here. And I like that word. WILD. Who doesn’t? I named my company after it. There is an out-of-control-ness and irreverence somehow w...

I didn’t believe in resurrection. For a very long time, I felt like my heart was lifelessly splattered on a hot black piece of pavement. I was certain that e...

She asked me, “what lessons have you learned this year?” I just stood there, all dumbstruck, words garbled and abstruse in my head. I wasn’t able to respond ...

The Helle Ranch sits in the moody high-altitude mountains of Southwestern Montana. This is likely the area of the state where the term “Big Sky Country” was ...

“You’re crushing it!” she said in an exuberant tone. I stared at her and for a moment I thought she’d notice the twitch in my eye — my body doesn’t know how ...

My dear sweet friend (you) (future you) (everyone), I feel helpless. Gutted. No phone conversation or in person exchange could ever, ever, get to the root of...

That's me in my warehouse. Bad lighting. Nerdy frames because my eyes hurt lately. Not a beautiful outdoor landscape shot like you'd normally find in this ni...

It's easy to feel alone and it's hard to feel full, so I long for it - the romantic kind. And forget about it - the hidden kind. Think about the times you've...

__ This story was originally written for and published in Filson Life There is a secret language that exists between horses and humans. Voices hold no value,...

__ This story was originally written for and published in Teton Gravity Research I sat in my bathroom in northern California and stared in the mirror. My eye...

This photo kind of screams SERENE. But I couldn't relax last night in Moab. I couldn't stop my flow of thoughts about business, logistics, insecurity, money,...

We're culturally obsessed with closure. We have been taught to man up. Move on. Hide our feelings. Get over it. Worst of all, I have heard many many times th...

I knew deep down, I had to be there. I knew there was only one path that would lead me to him, to his last moments, to the spot where he left this world. I w...