How would it feel to climb and descend more than 8,000 feet daily, on high-altitude mountain trails, for seven days straight? Could I do it? Last week, I found out.

How would it feel to climb and descend more than 8,000 feet daily, on high-altitude mountain trails, for seven days straight? Could I do it? Last week, I found out.
I decided to turn my sour grapes into fortified grape juice and attempt an upstart, scrappy race the weekend after Hardrock 100, on the same mountain range, that’s arguably even more difficult—a race so miserable in its first year on the current route that the RD admits, “I don’t think it was a good experience […]
“For these three days,” I told the group gathered for our inaugural San Juan Mountain Running Camp, “I want you to encounter and experience challenges on the trail that you don’t expect, and that perhaps intimidate you, because you’ll discover that you can get through and handle more than you think you can. And you’ll […]
The summer, I read about the West to deepen my understanding of Colorado, California and states in between—their history, culture, politics and myriad pressures. Rest assured, these books are good reads.
A tribute to a trio of relatives—my grandmother, grandfather and great-uncle—who challenged themselves in the San Juan Mountains in mind-blowing ways that inspire me as a mountain runner.
Living near Telluride during July humbled and inspired me. Here are some memories from Hardrock, Kendall Mountain and more.
Getting ready to road trip to Telluride, an annual pilgrimage that does something to my psyche. Keeps me younger, makes me tougher. Reminds me what I’m made of and where I came from. Because I was a wild child, thanks to Telluride.