Tag : Jill Outside

In memory

On June 16, 2021, my dad fell while descending Mount Raymond in the Wasatch Mountains and died. He was 68 years old.Ten days later, the shock of this

Summit to inferno

Ten days until Solstice, and already I'm bummed out about the arrival of summer. As soon as the May rains tapered off, my allergies kicked into full

Expect the unexpected

It was 10:30 p.m. and I'd refreshed Beat's tracking page for about the tenth time that hour. He and his friend Daniel were out running a 31-mile

May snow

 Life in Colorado feels like it's simultaneously always winter and never winter. Sometimes I'll scramble to the top of South Boulder Peak wearing a

Magic lands

This is my dad's favorite place. He revisits it every spring to soak some sunshine into his winter-weary legs. I've joined him three or four times

April snow

 Beat and I recently returned from another fulfilling trip to the Utah desert, this time exploring the Needles district of Canyonlands National Park

Beyond the horizon, day five

It was after 11 p.m. when I arrived at my destination for the night, rumbling up a rough road to the edge of a windswept mesa. My head was still

Beyond the horizon, day four

An eerie chill settled in during the night. When I stepped out of my tent the air was calm, the sky was stars upon stars, and my nose began to

Beyond the horizon, day four

An eerie chill settled in during the night. When I stepped out of my tent the air was calm, the sky was stars upon stars, and my nose began to

Beyond the horizon, day three

 The morning was already hot and bright by the time I crawled out of my tent, just a little surprised that the wind hadn't torn through the nylon

Beyond the horizon, day two

 The Grand Staircase bikepacking trip nearly derailed before it started. Overnight, Erika had a medical issue that prompted her to seek out the

Beyond the horizon, day one

Since November I'd been itching to return to the Utah desert, but then there was this and that. Life in the time of COVID moves at a strange clip —

There's still magic

I've been terribly sad since the mass shootings at a grocery store in South Boulder. I'm sad after every atrocity carried out because we as a society

Dreamless dreaming

"What about you? Are you allowing yourself to dream about a challenge yet?"A friend asked me this question last week. We were discussing

Mountain mojo

 I feel like my head is finally starting to emerge from the depths — you know, the murky place where the anxiety monster is always within striking