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I Dream of Running

I Dream of Running

By Greta Hyland   |   Dec 19, 2014 December 19, 2014

By Greta Hyland I dream of running, not figuratively but literally. In my dreams it is effortless, exhilarating. When I wake from these dreams I feel pumped and want to jump out of bed and run—there have been times at night when I have. For a while, running was… Read More

Red Shins

Red Shins

By Craig Holloway   |   Sep 15, 2014 September 15, 2014

Back in February, I started volunteering for the Ojai Valley Land Conservancy (OVLC), a nonprofit that protects open space through land acquisitions and conservation easements. They have a number of preserves scattered across the valley and the Valley View Preserve was their newest one. OVLC volunteers had already… Read More

Above: Camping along the Marsh Fork of the Canning River, Arctic National Wildlife Refuge, Alaska. All photos by Ron Hunter.

Innovation and Wilderness

By John Wallin   |   Sep 5, 2014 September 5, 2014

I started selling fleece for Patagonia in 1993, and for six years I worked in Washington D.C., Bozeman and Reno in various customer service functions. I had a blast, learned a ton about product and people and made a network of friends who are as important to me as… Read More

With All Apologies to Krissy Moehl

With All Apologies to Krissy Moehl

By Kevin Alldredge   |   Jul 12, 2013 July 12, 2013

I AM NOT A CROSSDRESSER! Okay, so running 50 kilometers in a skirt technically makes a man a crossdresser but I’m not compulsively one, the act was more spontaneous or, perhaps, situational. Robert and I had been discussing the upcoming Mt. Cheaha 50K – “The Race to… Read More

Above: Claridge descending between snow walls in the southern San Juan Mountains. Photo: Himay Palmer

Winter Running

By Rhonda Claridge   |   Jan 31, 2014 January 31, 2014

From my house, at 9,800 feet elevation in the Colorado Rockies, I have to run downhill first. Above is sealed under feet of unrunnable, soft, post-holing snow. So it’s downhill, passing beneath nine avalanche slidepaths on a snow-packed road, often in a howling, pushy wind that streams old snow… Read More

Running With My Devils

Running With My Devils

By Steve Graepel   |   Jun 11, 2013 June 11, 2013

I remember running the 50K and getting off course but fighting back into third place, and I remember that it was hot… hotter than hell. And then… and then nothing… I don’t remember collapsing. I have no memories of kicking off good-Samaritan runners who pinned me down to the… Read More

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