Marathon Monday four years ago, I sat in a yellow school bus looking out a foggy window. Runners in bright rain gear lined up to board for the hour-long ride to the start…
The night before we were scheduled to start a long cross-country backpacking trip in the High Sierra, my hiking partner, whom I’ll call Marci, offered me a way out. “Do you want…
From a distance, Isle Royale looks foreboding to travelers. Boreal forest juts up from dark volcanic lakeshore cliffs—the rock near-vertical and the taiga as thick as the morning fog. Also known by its…
After losing her father to Alzheimer’s disease, one writer reflects on her relationship with grief and running—and the connections between the two Read the essay online at Outside. As my sisters and I…
Commentary on the state of Mono County’s coronavirus response. MONO COUNTY, Calif. — The path to reopening Mono County is a lot like giving directions to Mammoth Lake. No one has been down that…
The guard shuffled toward me. No running, no running, he whisper-shouted, waving an orange baton in my direction. Clad in a navy-blue suit with a crisp white shirt, his face wore a genuine look of…
I cast a line into the Middle Fork of the San Joaquin River. My fly lands on the seam between slow-moving water near the bank and swifter-moving water in the main channel. The…
It’s November as I write this. Snow is starting to fall in the high mountains. Soon my husband and I will head into the backcountry with our new puppy, King. This is a…
Looking west from the outlet of Thousand Island Lake, Banner Peak looms in the distance creating a backdrop worthy of a postcard. The deep blue alpine water sparkles in the sun…
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