Originally published in SKI magazine

Powder Days, Urban Nights

On the first day, there was wind. Wind that made getting off Snowbasin’s Wildcat Express an exercise in math. First, how high is my DIN setting and will my skis blow off? Second, how good are my chairlift mates at getting off a lift? Good...
Originally published in Range magazine

Shopping Trip: Springdale

SHAKING OFF WINTER IN JACKSON HOLE can be slow. Spring tends to be muddy, overstay its welcome and, at times, rudely act like winter. Ignore these slights and distract yourself by planning a trip to a less-moody climate, like Springdale, Utah’s, for example. There are...
Originally published in Lonely Planet

Best in the U.S. – No. 10 Southeastern Utah

Within the otherworldly deserts of Southeastern Utah, a local finds a thrill of a different kind. After spending weeks in Salt Lake City, I began to yearn for “the shift,” something I’ve found only in the red-rock landscapes of Southeastern Utah. It’s a phenomenon that...
Originally published in Inspirato magazine

The Insider’s Guide to Park City

Skis are on the roof. Johnny Cash is walking the line on the radio. There’s hot coffee in the console. The drive to Park City’s first entrance is 25 minutes from my garage door in Salt Lake City and today I’m counting every second. Last...
Originally published in Salt Lake magazine

Learn to Ski!

When to go: Look out the window. Is there snow on the mountains? This is when people who know how to ski are skiing. We know. It’s cold.  Why learn now? No idea. You’re the one who moved to Utah. You’re like, “Mom. No. I’m...
Originally published in The Inertia

The Central Wasatch is a Damn National Treasure, Let’s Make It Official

If you are a Utah skier, boarder, hiker, or mountain biker—or, if you dig coming to Utah to do those things, which you should—you need to know about the effort to create the Central Wasatch National Conservation Recreation Area. This is a big deal for...
Originally published in Utah Explorer's Guide

The Ghosts of Cedar Mesa

“Good spot guys,” I mutter to the ghosts as I dump my pack onto the grass at the side of the  trail. “Now, how did you get all that up there?” I’ve discovered yet another riddle of the ancients down here on Cedar Mesa, a...