I couldn’t breath, let alone form sentences. Both my head and my belly slammed against the trampoline, bounced, twirled, and hit the...

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...

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...

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

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?...

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...

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...

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....

She asked me, “what lessons have you learned this year?” I just stood there, all dumbstruck, words garbled and abstruse in my head. I...

The Helle Ranch sits in the moody high-altitude mountains of Southwestern Montana. This is likely the area of the state where the term...

“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...

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

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

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...

__ This story was originally written for and published in Filson Life There is a secret language that exists between horses and humans....

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

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,...

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...

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...