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Sipping From the Poison Well
So, what will it take? Even if goiters started bulging from our necks while our toes shriveled into necrotic black flesh and fell from our bodies, what excuses might we come up with to avoid the notion of a spiritual prod?
Instructions For Moving
First there are the aches of everything familiar you will leave behind. The yoga studio where they know you by name, the grocery store you could navigate blindfolded, the patch of dirt across the footbridge where the prairie dogs squeak at the edge of their burrows in both terror and delight.
An Impossible Thing
Outside, the snow fell like fine rain, filling the depressions of footprints before the next step could be taken. The scrape of plastic shovels on concrete outsung the chickadees while the blue flashing lights of the snowplows danced across the white walls all day.
Passing Through The Keyhole
By late fall 2015, local authorities are calling it an erratic monsoon season in southwest Utah. I had prior reserved a phrase like "monsoon season" for wet, coastal towns, not landlocked North American deserts.
Hildale, a small town of Mormon fundamentalists, sees two hundred-year flood events in a single afternoon. The floods kill 13 people. The cars are swept right off the road. The casualties are mostly children.
That same day, seven canyoneers die in a slot canyon in Zion National Park 15 miles south. A wall of water surges through the canyon. The seven aren't more than a few hundred yards from the vehicles they left parked on the pavement.
Too Much Like Thirst
Colorado was like that in 2020, thirsty, thick blooded, but none of us understood how closely death was looming. Twelve inches of rain fell in Colorado that year, six inches below average. It was the hottest August on record and the state entered its twentieth year of drought. The land had been thirsty for decades.
Last Stand at Antelope Island
It’s the extremely short lifespan of five years that has brought me out to Great Salt Lake. Unlike many of the other environmental disasters expected to occur in my lifetime — melting glaciers, disappearing snow, floods and fires — the lake could disappear by the time I am 35. Meaning I will still be a relatively young woman when I stand on her empty shores for the last time or listen to the cloying silence in the absence of the 10 million birds who rely on her waters for nourishment.
Terminal - A Great Salt Lake Story
If water use continued at the same rate, the report predicted, Great Salt Lake had only five years before shriveling to a bone-dry alkaline memory and maybe only three years before entering a potentially ecologically unrecoverable low.
Snow Drought
In grade school, snow could be called down from the heavens simply by flipping one’s pajamas inside out and backward. That was the lore at least. If you wanted a snow day and snow was in the forecast, it was your best shot at canceling school or at least landing a two-hour delay.
On Darkness & The Holidays
Celebrations are meant to remind us of some important truth that we may have forgotten the rest of the year, caught up in our little human thoughts. And so I wonder what it would mean to celebrate this time of year as a counter-cultural moment — to remember what it is to really live. In such a rationalizing, productivity-focused culture, could my celebration of the darkest month also be the celebration of the uncontrollable, unclean animals of our bodies?
The Problem With Travel: How To Really Know A Place
That’s the thing about travel recently. I’ve got this sneaking suspicion that too many people use “travel” as a means to claim they’ve done something interesting or courageous without really having to do anything at all.
Life Advice From David Sedaris
I’d been waiting all day to listen to this episode and with a little snow falling down through the night sky, making confetti under the orange sodium streetlights, I couldn’t have been more content. And the story from David Sedaris? Absolutely perfect. I sat there, the space heater burning a black line into the synthetic blanket, a pine-scented Christmas candle masking the smell of melting plastic, having a sort of knowing that I’d just created a memory, something I’d look back on for years and years.
How To Canyoneer: A Guide For People Who Prefer Writing Poems About Birds
There is a way in which canyoneering is beautiful — the body pressed, held by the earth as you slide through something not dissimilar to a birth canal. Your shoulders and hips wedge as you inch your way between the walls which threaten to either press you flat, trapping your body forever between the stone, or conversely, drop you down a great chasm that opens with such speed and force you have to wish, at least a little, that you were more liquid than solid.
Gates of Lodore
A raft trip down the Green River on the borders of Utah and Colorado helps shake up the idea of what it means to be a serious artist.
How To ALMOST Bike The Entire Kokopelli Trail
In early October, two friends and I decided to bike the entire Kokopelli Trail from Fruita, CO to Moab, UT in three days. The trail is 158 miles long and bikepacking.com claimed it was 99% rideable and just a 6.5/10 in difficulty. That turned out to be not quite true…