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A few weeks back, my friend Peter organized a backcountry ski trip with the Alpine Club of Canada up “Metal Dome” in BC’s Sea-to-Sky corridor. I’ve seen this peak dozens of times on the drive up the road to Whistler. It looms large over the CallaghanValley and looks down over the Whistler Olympic Park, almost 4,500 feet below. It’s ominous in an inviting way, like many mountains are. The forecast called for bluebird skies, sun and warm temperatures beginning late morning. It’s an odd feeling putting sunscreen on before 8 a.m. when the sun isn’t fully up in the sky...

Up here in the far reaches of the north west, we have a sense of humor about the weather. We have no choice, or it will beat us down, especially in the rainy winter months. But sometimes, you have to take the weather, grab it by the neck and teach it a thing or two. It doesn’t hurt to laugh during the act. A few weeks back, Sarah and a good friend of ours, Jen, decided to go out for a run in Pacific Spirit Park out near UBC in Vancouver. It was getting late and the sun sets early this time...

After a long day in front of a flat screen, sitting at a desk thinking about productivity, efficiency, progress, there is no better way to force this silliness out of your brain then to get outdoors and out for a trail run. The trees, the mountains and the air all tower above. The earthly smell of the soil. The rock has a metallic taste that hangs in the air. Into the Winter Darkness There is something crude and visceral about leaving the warmth and dryness of your home and office and setting out into the void of the winter darkness...