I feel safe, calm, and present in this forest. As I stand between two massive cedars, the sound of the Hoh River creates a perfect background canvas for thoughts to float by. I ponder: What is it about the Olympics in particular that glimmers in my dreams throughout the years?
Read MoreI can't believe it. Yet, I am here – about to run the farthest I've ever run. Just before sunrise, the sound of the Pacific blends with the chatter of a herd of runners as we pass over the start line for the Marin Ultra Challenge. It's dark and we've got our headlamps on.
Read MoreThe Olympic Mountains are the home of mountain goats, black-tailed deer, and Olympic marmot. The skies above are the realm of soaring eagles, deeply croaking ravens, and ephemeral cloudscapes. I feel humbled to have access to explore these immeasurably magical mountains.
Read MoreThe Appalachian Trail runs over two thousand miles through the deciduous woodlands, coniferous highlands, big sky meadows, rhododendron tunnels, and granite-capped ridgelines of one of the oldest mountain ranges on the planet. One single path, one step at a time. The AT is much like a labyrinth unspooled. In a way, thru-hiking is a simple task:
Read MoreIceland is a land of contrast. Volcanic fire meets glacial ice, geothermal steam mixes with Arctic sea breeze, tender moss grows on razor-sharp rock, frigid shadows slice blazing sunbeams. Tectonically speaking, the island itself is split in two, with the North American plate to the west and the European plate to the east.
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