Dog it, Andy!” Dayland screamed, as Andy aimed his Dodge Ram toward another gaping dip in the dirt road. “Dog it!” Andy smiled, locked his hubs, and hit the gas. Wild-haired and volatile, Daylan...
Reluctant rider finally gets broken by a mustang They came from nowhere — or at least it seemed that way. From somewhere in the near-vacant panorama, four wild horses on a distant ridge had become an entire herd. They all but surrounded us now,...
Hangar is gateway to another Epoch The air inside the old maintenance hangar was musty and still — and much colder than I had expected. The sun shone through gaps in the roof and rows of broken windows, flooding the structure with...
Humble Dutch oven becomes glamorous in hands of a gourmand The following statement may surprise you coming from a rugged outdoorsman like me: I like Food Network. No, I’m not talking about the cable channel’s cream puff daytime programming. I’m talking a...
County sledding hotspots cater to kids’ need for speed Dad, I think I want to try this by myself.” Those words from my 5-year-old son didn’t surprise me. After all, this is the kid who, at age 3, dashed fearlessly into a rushing river when he thoug...
Youth and snow are all that’s required for winter fun It was my favorite flashlight. A top-of-the-line, military-grade submersible Pelican. The box it came in said it was built to take a beating. Apparently Pelican’s gear testers never dropped one w...
OK we’re here,” I said as I coasted to the end of the Bonneville Salt Flats access road Friday night. After 75 of the most visually uneventful miles on the planet, the kids couldn’t be happier. N...
That could have been much worse,” I told my friend Trevis as I picked my trailer hitch’s ball mount off the road. A passing West Wendover policeman saw us and pulled over to help. In spite of our...
It’s midday in the Utah desert. The valley is drenched in sun, like it usually is, but a stiff southerly wind whipping across the valley floor reminds you it’s November. You quickly fasten the st...
This lake is so wonderful,” reads the suspiciously generic text of a Web site that supposedly details outdoor recreation destinations in the Settlement Canyon area. “Rench (sic) Spring is a pretty ...
"Dang the Stockton Bar!” I thought as my minivan’s front tire whipped sand into my face at 60 mph. Or maybe I actually said it. And maybe “dang” wasn’t the exact word I used. I was angry — angry a...
Over here, Bridger!” Seven-year-old Bridger stood near the center of a whitewashed playa, squinting in the late afternoon sun and scanning the beach for the source of his little brother’s call. F...
Tyler was taking too long. I nervously balanced on a rail track that ran from the tunnel’s entrance and past me into the darkness. The adit had curved enough over the distance that only a few dus...
It was high noon in the desert. I leaned against a log fence, looking toward a mountain draped with rickety railroad tracks. In the distance, the quaint facades of a small mining town lined the t...