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When I was in my later years of being a teenager I was convinced that I was born too late. I wanted to live in the 1960s. I was going through phases, searching for who I was, and I thought I was a hippie. I had dreadlocked hair, smoked pot, experimented with psychedelics, and constantly…
The Dream In May 2012 I leaned against the rail of the overlook on the North Chasm View Wall on a balmy afternoon, staring into the dizzying expanse of the Black Canyon of the Gunnison. The view from the overlook is dramatic enough to inspire vertigo in the stoutest of hearts; overhanging rock drops away…
Sanuks have always looked comfortable and sexy – I’ve wanted to check out a pair for a while now. The model I tested out the “Hemp” confirmed they are ridiculously comfortable, perfect year round sandals if you live in a place with moderate temperatures. Retail: $60.00 Sanuks have their own style – they look like…
As we descended further into the dark abyss, that haunting, uncanny mood settled in once again. It was an awareness I had been acquainted with once before, a year back. The pale moonlight disappeared further out of reach with each downward step, swallowed up by the surrounding two thousand foot narrow canyon walls. by Alexa…
When the going gets weird, the weird turn pro. Hunter S. Thompson made a life and a living off that concept. I was thinking about this just after an incident I had recently at the South City Market parking lot, when a man started cursing at me and hurling watermelons in my direction. I was…
I’d been reading a book on relationships. It suggests not to spring things on your partner; that if you have bad news you should give your partner time to digest it. I cleared my throat. “Neale,” I started nervously, “I think I need a rest day.” by Seth Adams Neale didn’t respond. He simply continued…
Early summer in Durango, Colorado is great. Blissful. Idyllic. A typical afternoon usually involves waking up from a sound nap and lounging in the shade of the yard behind Rowan’s house, drinking homemade smoothies and cold beer while watching birds flutter and the sky fade towards evening, maybe rallying for a pump-out sesh at the…
“This is a low key festival that was formed to share the genuine love of climbing.” That’s how Mandy Pohja describes the International Climbers’ Festival in Lander, Wyoming. I got to speak with Pohja, the director for the festival, recently for a phone interview, and she had me ready to hop in my Subaru and…