Outside the nylon walls a faint morning grey nibbles the edges of a sooty night sky. I'm tucked cozily into my sleeping bag, but I really...

Friday, November 22 5:56 AM. MST The revolutions of the stove fan grow slower and slower. Momentum fading like the last drops of daylight...

We were due. I know it's presumptuous to believe a river owes you something, but I did, and could make a strong argument the sentiment...

The tent fly, sleeping bags, and assorted soggy fishing-wear flap restlessly on our makeshift clothesline. Thick-cut bacon sizzles in...

Slip N-22 sits about halfway down the marina boardwalk. Our white, 37-foot, center-console bobs lazily in its moorings – manila lines...

The percolator surges on a worn Coleman camp stove, sending savory streams of mahogany up the stem and into the glass top. Sporadic...

For me 2020 began the same way it probably did for many others – with a shiny new gym card. While I’ve never been much for New Year’s...

I've recently found myself traveling deep down a rabbit hole of historic Michigan deer camp images since being introduced to a Facebook...

It's Saturday. Wet snow slaps the wall tent in sloppy clumps. Somewhere, not far off, thunder peels – meteorological makings of the...

Seger's Against the Wind choruses in the background while lazy wipers slap back and forth and tires hum over damp blacktop...

"The earth is not just our environment. We are the earth and the earth is us. We have always been one ..." The words from Buddhist...

There's a placard hanging on the porch of the family cottage that reads "Headquarters for Hunters, Fishermen, Golfers, and other Liars."...

It was June of 2019. Blake, Dad, and I were gathered around a fire on a tiny island deep in the Canadian backcountry on a trip that had...

The first grey hues of dusk begin to settle in, like a house guest who finally unpacks and eases into a comfy chair to share conversation...

Sweat from every pore of my body was dripping onto the cursed stationary bike when the text from my buddy Mark buzzed through. "When we...

"There I sat on the ground, feeling really damned exposed, not knowing what to expect. The guide put me in a spot that had been getting...

As Steve disappeared over the snow-covered cliff, I remember thinking He's dead. Day one, and he's already dead. It was June of '94 and...

I'm in the kitchen, because it's already dark, and I'm bored senseless; determined to remedy the situation with a few slices of salami,...

Swinging each leg off the top bunk, I hopped down, my excitement a rolling boil, barely contained by the lid. Stocking feet hit the floor...

Shivering cold, asses wetly planted inside the puddled, hastily assembled tent, soggy feet hanging outside the zippered doors while a...