Camp Lynda is this weekend. Instead of chasing people around the St. George desert on mountain bikes, I will be home. Healing from cornea transplant surgery. I’m disappointed to miss camp. But I’m happy that I will …

The never-winter is over. Pacific storms moved into Utah last week and dropped more than 40 inches of snow in the upper reaches of Little Cottonwood Canyon. The rapid arrival of new snow has turned the …

I’ve been running lately. Quite a lot. I have one rule: No pavement. Because that just hurts. Trail running is, if not pleasant, at least more tolerable than anything indoors. Except, it’s becoming enjoyable. And really, …

This was the country the Mormons settled, the country which, as Brigham Young with some reason hoped, no one else wanted. Its destiny was plain on its face, its contempt of man and his history and …

“Now is the winter of our discontent Made glorious summer by this sun…” What an odd winter the American West is experiencing. Dry. Warm. Almost spring-like, even. Snow, or rain, is supposed to arrive shortly. Which …