December 16, 2009
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High in a remote corner of the Swan Valley we roll around a bend in the trail — 11-year-old Silas, 7-year-old Jonah, and me on one co... -
I was pedaling alone through a deserted corner of Utah, the first stars punching through the dome of the evening sky, when I saw the lio... -
“HOLY CRAP this place is crazy! Lots of guys have guns. Most houses are made of aluminum sheets. The nice houses have tall walls around ... -
"Whoah! What was that?" Derek Nixon yells, as the telltale pfffft of air blasting from nostrils sounds from somewhere di... -
Shouldering a 10-foot standup paddleboard to the bank of the Clark Fork River in downtown Missoula, I suddenly felt imbued with the cooln... -
Me in a backcountry ski cabin a day before The Realization. I’m not sure why I snapped. Maybe it was watching my kids get sucked in... -
Deep in the far northwest corner of Glacier National Park, wedged between the Canadian border and the North Fork of the Flathead River, si... -
Recently got back from a week riding bikes in Switzerland and have to admit something: I totally underestimated the Alps. When I hea... -
We didn't know we'd encounter two bears in a matter of hours, but Greg Fortin and I knew we were in for an adventure when we start... -
My mother, Karen Van Auken, died recently. It was sudden and unexpected and terribly sad. My mom was a sweet, gentle person, a lover of n...
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