A Country Drive.
You are born. Time passes. You will rest. Even the stones above you will be recycled by the moss and lichens. Your energy will be transformed, and the road will continue. And even that will flow away.
Pedaling the PNW: A Climate Week Journey (Pt. 1)
July 2025. Just south of the Canadian border, I intersected with Thomas Siffer, mid-journey on his ride originating in Vancouver. As part of PNW Climate Week, he was merging forces that feel naturally aligned: traveling by bike and connecting with community. Teaching workshops about the science of climate change, and what we do when facing…
Car-Free Ski to Sea: A Wave of Whatcom Women
This year, more women than men took on the car-free approach to Ski to Sea. Follow their journeys from doorstep to finish line, as homegrown adventure drew both longtime racers and new faces alike. Read ahead or start with the gallery of the weekend. Note: best viewed on desktop or horizontally on mobile; it may…
Splitting Sides Below Laughing Walls, Another Grand Humbling
Havasu Canyon took my breath away. Literally, I was left gasping, searching for what to do with my chest or diaphragm or trachea to get any air in at all. For I took an instantaneous re-orientation through space from vertical to horizontal, introducing with a crunch my right side to the water-sculpted edge of the…
A Solarpunk Journey through Slovenia
Another climate headline, another drowning polar bear. We are surrounded by alarm bells, flashing lights, and infinite monkeys of environmental doom clanging on typewriters that ever reveal the same message. One that gets solidified, shared, despaired over, and sets the course for our expectations. And the stories we tell ourselves reinforce this message—for we who…
Straddling the Existential Line: Falling Snow and Holding Onto Mt. Stuart
Why do we wait until someone’s gone to appreciate fully the time they were here? We’re all gonna die. Life gives us its version of an alarm clock, every now and again. Moments that shout, “Wake up, this isn’t forever!” Like when you can hear the rushing whumpf of a freight train high in the…
The Sharing of a Hoosier Muse
“You can only be from one place, and it sticks with you, good and bad.” -Bob Cowser What is within, is bred from out there. And there is something of the Hoosier1 spirit that deeply yearns for the sharing of within, whilst in the midst of searching out there. Or at least this is the…
Clinging to Life on the Rocks: A Lizard’s Tale
“Actually, I don’t care about the iguana’s suffering,” Dave tells me aboard the Galapagos Legend, overlooking the islands for which the cruise ship is named. Taken aback to hear these words from someone who flew around the world to be here, I’m not quite sure what to say as the beans make their escape from…
The Only Consistency is Change
I sit in another rented garden-level unit of a Bellingham home, and I am mere hours away from missing my 2025 resolution. Normally, I don’t go for these types of things (counter-culturalism has mostly only succeeded in adding to smugness for me, so on this, I’ll let it slide). The goal? To post something, anything,…
We Commuted 1000 Miles by Bicycle.
There’s a time for thinking, and then there’s a time for doing. I left the conceptual incubator of the ivory tower with Em for an insight into what a commute over multiple states is like. We even brought along a guitar, which was strummed between mosquito slaps–that is, when the climbs from the day didn’t…
Two-Wheelin' Revealin' 