I can’t recall how many early mornings I’ve found myself lacing up my running shoes in the dark and pounding out miles of alpine trails before the sun even came up. I have literally almost run into sleepy Black Bears on our trails through the wilderness, as the sun was just beginning to rise over …
It was nearing sunset and it was time to turn around on the snowy trail and beeline it back to the car, just me, the nature guide, my pup and my guest. The sun was setting low below the mountain range and it was getting colder by the minute. There was just one small issue. …
Dear diary, It’s 10:30 a.m. and it has been raining cats and dogs for forty-eight hours now. I have not laced up my North Face hikers snow boots and hit the trail, any trail, with my favorite four-legged mutt in fifty-five hours, ten minutes and four seconds. I’m feeling wired, and edgy from all the …
I’ve got my fingers crossed that Santa does not deliver a case of Giardia to The Hungry Mountaineer this holiday season after I had to do the ultimate wilderness culture no-no yesterday and drink from a crystal clear creek on my seven hour-long trek up San Gorgonio, the highest mountain peak in Southern California.
Late July 2018. I woke up early, poured some coffee in my mouth and before you could say, wagbag, I was out the door, in the car and driving towards the trailhead. Barely after dawn in the mountains of Southern California, I made my way up the steep trail in the morning light, heavy pack …