Memoir of Gratitude:
Wander. Ponder. Be grateful.
The clocks fell back an hour overnight, and my body didn’t get the memo. It woke me at the usual time, the clock on the nightstand read an hour earlier, and I was on the road north in the dark before I could think too hard about the difference. A question rode along, one I’ve…

A year ago, almost to the week, I drove up into the Olympics in the dark with a new word. This time I made the…

On my first trip to this corner of Washington, I counted three waterfalls. This time I counted five volcanoes. The second count felt bigger in…

I’ve known Mount St. Helens most of my life without ever setting foot on it. This morning I finally did, after two and a half…

Usually the sun finds me on the trail. I’ve chased a few sunsets, but most mornings I just meet the light wherever the climb happens…

Father, hiker, writer, and grateful soul, finding his footing on the trails of the Pacific Northwest.