This past summer seemed like a charmed one. It arrived late enough that it never wore out its welcome. Despite embarking on lots of day-...

Dad and I first crossed the Grand Canyon together in 2004, when I was 25 and he was 51 years old. In one of those mundane yet still-jarr...

Our three days in Valais was a magnificent crescendoing finale to this year's Alpine étude, and I probably should have left it that ...