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The Grand Canyon River Expedition (Day 4 of 14: Rafting the Colorado River)
The Grand Canyon tested my nerves, rewarded my courage, and reminded me that the best adventures rarely go according to plan. From cliffside hiking to natural water slides to a windstorm that filled our tent with sand, Day 4 was unforgettable.
The Grand Canyon River Expedition (Day 3 of 14: Rafting the Colorado River)
A scorpion sting. A runaway raft. A guide who answered every question except the one I really wanted answered. By the end of Day 3, Crystal Rapid had slipped from my mind... because tomorrow's hike came with "no-fall zones."
The Grand Canyon River Expedition (Day 2 of 14: Rafting the Colorado River)
By Day 2, peeing in the Colorado River felt surprisingly normal. Seven major rapids, a broken bilge pump, and a campsite we named "Camp We Got This" helped transform a group of strangers into a river family.
The Grand Canyon River Expedition (Day 1 of 14: Rafting the Colorado River)
Fresh from city life, I arrived at Lee's Ferry with an empty inbox, an overactive risk assessment, and exactly zero tent-pitching experience. By the end of Day 1, I'd survived my first major rapid, learned the rules of groover etiquette, and officially embraced life off the grid.
The Grand Canyon River Expedition (Prequel to 14 Days Rafting the Colorado River)
When Garrett first looked down from the rim of the Grand Canyon in 2012, he said, “I want to raft that river someday.” Fourteen years later, an unexpected email, a bucket-list opportunity, and a growing curiosity led this self-described leisure athlete to sign up for a 14-day, 226-mile journey through the heart of the canyon.
Trials in Swimming
That one time in 2012 when I thought I would be a swimmer.
No Cotton Underwear
Preparing for a two-week Grand Canyon rafting trip should have been simple: follow the packing list and buy what I needed. Instead, I found myself overwhelmed by mandatory hats, questionable underwear fabrics, biodegradable soap requirements, and a husband who approached REI like an Olympic event. A story about adventure, procrastination, and discovering that packing may be harder than rafting.
Flatlanders Can (Eventually) Mountain
Back in my flatlander days, Garrett discouraged me from big mountain bike rides in Colorado’s high elevation. Last weekend, after years of acclimating to mountain life in Durango, I took on my first Iron Horse Quarter Horse ride. Turns out… flatlanders can eventually mountain.
The Stalker (1984 Edition)
Before Google, there were stamps, pay phones… and at least eight letters to a popular college basketball player who never wrote back.
The Keys to the Castle
A teenage cleaning job. A small-town library. And the kind of lesson you only learn when adults choose not to say a word.
Happiness is Homemade
What began as a simple Christmas recipe became a family tradition—and a reminder that the things we give away often stay with us the longest.
Kids Days, 1975
click. click. click.
The sound of Uncle David’s Nikon blended with carnival music as our ferris wheel seat rocked high above Main Street. At seven years old, I gripped the loose guardrail for dear life, caught between fear of falling and the thrill of being photographed like a star.
A 1985 Wine Lunch
In 1985, at just seventeen, I found myself swirling a glass of chardonnay in a downtown Sioux City restaurant—my first taste of upscale dining.
The Real Field of Dreams
In the summer of 2002, my sons didn’t care about Kevin Costner. What they remember is standing on the field, pockets full of championship dirt, feeling part of something magical.
Driving Lessons
It started with driving lessons around Remsen, Iowa, and ended with quiet moments that said everything. Grandpa Gib wasn’t just teaching me the rules of the road—he was showing me the road of life.
Two Miles to Yesterday
On graduation day in 1985, I ran two miles through my hometown chasing a future I couldn’t yet imagine. Forty years later, I’m still running—but now I see the value in everything I once left behind.
The Ambassador
I have known the Lanes for nearly 40 years, and it all began with Russ.
I met Russ Lane on the Westmar campus in the summer of 1985. Russ was a returning college student, and I was an incoming freshman.
A Fire Evacuation
Awakened by the smell of ash, my groggy dream of cleaning a fireplace turned into the day’s reality.
The Holly Hobby Journal - Fall of 1983
Journal entries from the fall of 1983 that accompany my Driving Lessons story.
I’ll Meet You in Durango
“I’ll be in Durango in two weeks!”
It is not uncommon for me to be told this by a stranger. My hometown of Durango, Colorado, is a beautiful place.
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