Leaving No Trace in Arizona (Not Counting Blood, Sweat, and Tears)
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“Well, we’ve gained 700 feet of elevation,” said Mathieu, one of our instructors. He and Brooke, our other instructor, had just returned from a quick scout of the next leg of our route while the rest of us took a break. “But,” he added, “We’re on the wrong ridge” Even though the wind was howling, I think you could’ve heard a pin drop. Or a cactus needle. Part way up a ridge, high in the … Continue reading

Rivers and Rangering
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I like rivers. A lot. There’s just something about them. Something about floating on them, running their rapids, swimming in them, hiking along them, scrambling up their side canyons, camping by them. Something about river sights, sounds, scents, and feel. Something awe inspiring about river forces that write a story on the landscape, and intertwine with the human story on the river bank. And something liberating that sloughs off civilized constructs of time and schedules, … Continue reading