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Blaze Mountain and Spanish Peak I have done at least a dozen backpacking and trail running trips into the Spanish Peaks over the...

Mid-March 2025: There are places on the planet that have a mythical feel to each of us; which places have that feel are different for you...

Kiener's Route on Longs Peak in red; Green dot is our perch: picture courtesy of Summit Post September 2nd, 2010: It was getting late. ...

Outside Bozeman Spring 2025. The title at the top is my name for the article. The article, as it appears in Outside Bozeman, has a...

This is an old story, both because it took place more than 40 years ago and because I wrote it more than 20 years ago. It's also the...

“Two beers please Jake,” Ella said to the bartender while holding up two fingers to make her order clear in case he couldn’t quite hear...

Josh standing at the edge of Death Canyon near Pass Lake “So wait, you’re telling me that the only things on this sandwich are breaded...

Enchaining: def , to bind or hold as if with chains. Ever since I moved to Bozeman in June 2020, I have found the prospect of enchaining...

When I first ventured into the Yellowstone backcountry, I found it threatening.  It was in June in the early 1980s when Terry and I...

Altitude trumps latitude.  It’s something we all know to be true.  ‘The Snows of Kilimanjaro’ which coat the mountain’s high altitudes in...

Phelps Lake BEAR! Bear in the brush! I had been hiking along blurting out my usual chorus of “Koo-Ka-Doo,” and “Human in the Forest,”...

Early July, 1983: We awoke to brilliant blue skies on the third morning of our journey. The first two days had been stormy. First came...

When we are out on adventures, we no longer talk to the folks we meet about the Great White Father in the East, nor do we hunt and trap...

As of Spring 2023, my medical training had been limited to watching the occasional hospital show that I am certain provides an entirely...

As we drove along Spanish Creek I found myself saying aloud, “Wow, they paved this all the way in.” Terry replied, “You knew that, are...

It was late July in the Summer of 1977. I was living at my parents’ house in New Jersey at the time, and Marty, a friend that I had made...

July 7, 2022. The rivers were swollen, the waterfalls were spectacular. This hadn’t presented a problem until now. We were about 4...

In early August 1984, Rune and I along with George and Al, two of Rune’s friends made a successful attempt on Montana’s tallest mountain:...