High in the mountains, hidden in small pockets and nooks in the rocks and grass, there are puddles of water. At first glance, these...

“Wait! Sorry guys – here’s another one!” “Okay, I’m coming – oh! Another! And another!” The boys stood patiently as our short afternoon...

It was our third backpacking trip in the Wind River Mountains. When we started out from the trailhead, with breakfast in our stomachs and...

Chapter 2: The most important thing; the story of Whisk the squirrel In the little village of Cranberry by the sparkling Cranberry bog,...

There is little need for talking about it; there is just doing it. One of the things we learned in our backpacking adventures is the need...