No. 174 - From Sunrise to Sunset in the Tetons and Yellowstone
1,855 Words. 7 Minute Read.
I proceeded to brush my teeth in a gas station bathroom and drove south. A translucent glow hovered over the Tetons, like the wings of a million angels letting the perfect amount of sunlight fall across them. I had one of those “Is this really my life?” moments — and it was only half past seven.
No. 171 - Bookshops, Mountains, and the Red Manifesto
1,252 Words. 5 Minute Read.
I swung by Alienated Majesty Books, a small, locally owned indie shop near the University of Texas campus. Do you know how odd it is to not know a single author? To walk amongst thousands of them was the literary equivalent of taking acid in a forest of mirrors.
No. 146 - In Aspen with John and Jeffrey
530 Words. 2 Minute Read.
He exists in mountains and oceans I visit. He’s in eddies that swirl, in wind that races past peaks I’ll never climb. He’s everywhere I want to be—but I can’t go.
No. 145 - Operation Gary, IN: Reclaiming Our Mountain Towns from the Aspenification Effect
1,701 Words. 7 Minute Read.
I just read an article in the Wall Street Journal on the insane cost of real estate in Jackson Hole, and it got me thinking about my college summers there in ’97 and ’99, and how to start a revolution.
No. 109 - Alone in Aspen
444 Words. 2 Minute Read.
The St. Moritz is sparse but comfy; the bedrooms have no televisions—just a chest of drawers, communal showers, and coffee in a 1980s lobby.