It’s been a minute since I’ve been up to the Smokies… and by minute… I mean it’s just been since May. Typically I try and get up there once a month, but I’ve found myself dialing back my visits lately. Perhaps it’s settling into a new job… or maybe it’s that I’ve been shittily training for a race that’s not so mountainous… or maybe it’s … Continue reading It Ain’t That Deep
A certain intimacy lies in grand adventures and travel. There’s just something that bonds people when seeing beautiful places or doing hard shit together. Perhaps it’s the collective feeling of awe and amazement when staring out into the High Country in Colorado from 14,000ft. Or that feeling of smallness when gazing upon something as majestic as the Tetons… Or that feeling of a cold beer … Continue reading You Can Always Find Me Where The Skies Are Blue
Fiction Running 