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Midstokke: The environmental impact of being an ultra-runner

For years, I have been looking for a good reason to stop running. Other people I know find all kinds of good reasons: Their knees are damaged, chronic shin splints, they are too busy, it’s too hot or too cold, they don’t like it, it’s hard, unpleasant, unproductive and arguably a waste of time and energy.

Francovich: In defense of ‘bad’ weather

“To enjoy bodily warmth, some small part of you must be cold, for there is no quality in this world that is not what it is merely by contrast. Nothing exists in itself.”

Alan Liere: Is Five Enough?

I didn’t really think much about it until recently when I contracted to have some landscaping done. I had to move all my vehicles and park them next to one-another in a small field above the house, and after doing so, the property looked rather like a used car lot. For someone who absolutely hates motorized vehicles, I certainly have a lot of them.

Off the grid: Defining adventure

Upon return from any extravagant adventure, I find myself desperately seeking out The Next Greatest Thing in a textbook method of avoiding Post Adventure Blues. Much of my life has been a sort of rumbling-tumbling fall from fantastic dream to failure to spontaneous expedition to epic catastrophe merely to missed flight in an attempt to avoid stagnation.

Off the Grid: The bloodthirsty felines take it too far

I love the spring. It comes with warm breezes and sun-heated green houses and birdsong. Unfortunately, it also comes with a fair amount of carnage at the claws of my cats. They are a furry gang of feline assassins, leaving feathers and limp moles strewn about my house.

Off the Grid: The trust-building exercise of exercise

For about five months out of every year, I cannot have friends. It isn’t that I don’t want them, but rather that they find me so boorishly intolerable, that the survival of our relationship depends on me flying solo for a period of time.

Off the Grid: When your husband decides to move in

My husband got a job in town. The same town I live in. For the entirety of our friendship, courtship, and marriage, our relationship has been based on 48-hour-intervals and social media engagements. Needless to say, I’m panicking.

Dave Dubuque: Reflections and observations on another ski season

At my home hill, Mt. Spokane, the lifts will be spinning for just 14 more days, and the nearing end of the season lends itself to reflection on not just the days spent on the hill, but also about the nature of the sport itself. Following, in no particular order, are a few truths that have become clear over the course of many days spent doing what I love most.

Off the Grid: Thwarted homesteading daydreams

Right around now, I start perusing seed catalogs. Hoodwinked by their cunning advertising and false optimism, I invest embarrassing amounts of money in heirloom seeds and empty hope. Then I basically hold a family board meeting during which I present my case for The Best Gardening Year with a color-coded planting schedule and map.