Rafting the Snake River, Day 3

Rafting the Snake River, Day 3

Sep 16, 2010

A feeling of controlled fear grips me as the raft begins the freefall. In that moment the outfitter’s favorite quote pops into my head – “Tell me and I will forget; show me and I may remember; involve me and I will understand.” Thunderous walls of big water surround me and instantly I understand I’m involved… Day Three After breakfast we

Rafting the Snake River, Day 2

Rafting the Snake River, Day 2

Sep 13, 2010

A feeling of controlled fear grips me as the raft begins the freefall. In that moment the outfitter’s favorite quote pops into my head – “Tell me and I will forget; show me and I may remember; involve me and I will understand.” Thunderous walls of big water surround me and instantly I understand I’m involved… Day Two I rolled out of my bag

Rafting the Snake River, Day 1

Rafting the Snake River, Day 1

Sep 10, 2010

A feeling of controlled fear grips me as the raft begins the free fall. In that moment the outfitter’s favorite quote pops into my head – “Tell me and I will forget; show me and I may remember; involve me and I will understand”. Thunderous walls of big water surround me and instantly I understand I’m involved… Day One The Snake is a big and

The Last Frontier: The Alaskan Cruise

The Last Frontier: The Alaskan Cruise

Sep 28, 2009

Many people over the years have dreamt of a great Alaskan adventure at one time or another, stemming from heroic stories of the frontier, the gold rush of 1898, Eskimos, and the Iditarod. Movies and books like those penned by Jack London fuel such fantasies of life in the great unknown, and for many, Alaska represents an opportunity to experience something wild

Three Cups of Tea in Oregon

“The first time you share tea with a Balti, you are a stranger. The second time you take tea, you are an honored guest. The third time you share a cup of tea, you become family…” — Balti proverb This proverb captivates me. On a recent trip to find high country in the Oregon

Oregon’s Eagle Cap Wilderness

Right from the beginning my horse and I had issues. The self-preservation instinct bred out of so many horses today was still in this Mustang named “Chia,” which was expressed in the “my way or the highway” stubbornness. For all my sweet-talk she had only two speeds, a lope and bone-jarring trot with nothing in between. It seemed these two speeds