BUT I AM RELAXING

Nick mentioned a hot springs somewhere in southern Colorado, and I suspected it was one of those things he was…

Young Men And Fire

My old journalism professor, Michael Downs, sold me on Norman Maclean’s book Young Men and Fire almost 10 years ago…

Dads And Dreams

My dad told me the other day he’d won a three-day Harley rental at a raffle. I said Dad, I…

Learning How To Say Yes

My friend Forest put this photo on Facebook last December, with this caption: It was a hot day in July.…

A Lesson From Fred

Six summers ago, a guy named Fred sat down across from me at a picnic table near Wonder Lake in…

Everything Is Epic

At a grocery store last week, the cover of Cosmopolitan‘s January issue caught my eye with the headline “EPIC SEX.”…

A Handful Of Moments

My dad and I walked into Busch Stadium in St. Louis on September 4, the first time he had been…

My Pal Mick, 1958-2012

My friend Mick’s heart stopped working last Sunday. He died at the age of 54, not knowing that the night…

Happy Thanksgiving

I haven’t had a “proper” Thanksgiving dinner since 2002, somehow managing to be anywhere but watching football and eating an…

A Climbing Accident

When he hit the ledge, I was sure he was dead. He was a young college guy, and we had…

The Customer Is Always Right

Maybe you’ve heard this one: Ski resort patron approaches lift ticket kiosk on Powder Day of the Century and demands…

The Three Bumper Stickers

“You know, I was just thinking that three bumper stickers changed my life,” Dan said as we tromped down the…

Don’t Sandbag Me, Bro

I always get sandbagged by guys in gear shops. I will stop in somewhere to pick up a cordelette, or…