Utah Adventure Journal

Of the thousands of Native American rock art panels in the Southwest, none are older than Barrier Canyon pictographs found throughout the Colorado Plateau and concentrated along rivers, especially the confluence of the Green and Colorado rivers. From tiny five-inch animal figures to stunning eight-foot tall human shapes with no arms or legs and alien-like […]

After exiting Interstate 70, the Land Cruiser immediately touched dirt.  “Where is the entrance to Capitol Reef?”  My wife, Louise asked.  Yep, Utah’s National Parks are stunning and undeniably increasingly popular. However, Capitol Reef is one of the least visited national parks. “We’ll travel south a few miles and then enter the park.”  I replied.   The […]

It was late.  Late in terms of bedtime. “Dad, where’s Maddie?” Lilly asked. “We’ll find her shortly.” I responded. Lilly asked in a sweet, “I want something,” voice.  “Can we have a campfire once we get there?” “It’s already past your bedtime.  Once we get there, we’ll setup the tent and get some rest.” “Mommy, won’t find […]

On September 13 the tent will once again be raised in the Black Diamond Equipment parking lot to celebrate the 25thedition of the Best Party in Utah:  the Utah Avalanche Center’s annual Fall Fundraiser.  From its humble beginnings in a house due to a tragic event to a serious hoedown with over a thousand people, the […]

Since my first introduction to canyoneering I had been telling various friends around the country how great it was and how they should come to Utah to give it a go.  Several folks gave me a reply along the lines of “indeed, canyon hiking is great. I’ve done the Bell Canyon/Little Wild Horse canyon loop, […]

  My Dad grew up on a 2,300-acre ranch in Big Sky Country. His life was embedded in livestock, crops, and weather. On the ranch, there wasn’t the type of nature separation we experience today. Life was the elements. My Dads upbringing heavily influenced my parent’s choice when purchasing their first home. He was no […]

I cranked hard on my bike pedals through a cloudy soup of brown dust. It was a creek bottom torn up into a 4×4 farm road, and was not meant to be ridden by an old mountain bike. The track certainly wasn’t meant to be ridden by a dirtbag laden with climbing gear en route […]