If I live to be 100, I’ll never get used to springtime in the Rockies. Spring weather here does not adhere to scientifically established dates; it gets here when it pleases, after which it changes its mind and reverts to...

Sooner or later every fly-fisher you know finds themselves consumed by a mysterious urge to hang, pin, dangle, snap, clamp, and stuff as many weird little angling devices and accessories as humanly possible into and onto their fishing vest: Clippers,...

We were near Crook, Colorado, in a corn field that rolled away to the horizon in every direction as far as the eye could see. We’d spent the last two hours setting out nearly a thousand decoys in the dark,...

Skip the lift lines and glide on the trails Let’s just say my first-ever Nordic race over three decades ago was a tad embarrassing. My wife, a former collegiate racer for the University of Montana, talked me into it. This...

Sunlight engulfs the snowcapped Front Range in a pinkish light as I head down the two-lane highway toward the canyon. Traffic is light this morning, as the fall chill tends to sort out fair-weather anglers, kayakers, and tubers who usually...

As I sit down at my desk to write, I feel heavy in the chair. Stuck. Unsure where to begin. Through the window, I watch a chipmunk scamper across my woodpile and hear the high-pitched trill of hummingbirds as they...