The Yosemite High Route

We’re going the wrong way. Tugging at the long red braid of his beard, Konstantin glares at the maze of jagged boulders ahead as if to intimidate them into clearing a path. “I’m gonna climb up and see if it goes through,” he informs me.  His Belarusian accent, normally so mild that I forget it’s … Read more

A Stormy Night on the Lost Coast

The rain began just before we arrived at camp. It was a fine mist, falling gently but persistently as we removed our shoes to cross the creek, as we set up our tents in the valley, as we cooked our dinner. My rain gear, aging and worn, was not up to the task. By the … Read more