Water
The West
People
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On a road outside of Kemmerer, Wyoming, we caught sight of a solo horse, lean from long warm days, moving quietly and alone through the terrain. It moved elegantly, doing a sort of dance between the sage and uneven ground. As we watched, a sheep herder came slowly into view, pushing a herd through the same stretch of country. Where the horse saw an obstacle course to dance through, the herder felt more like a man moving upstream through a turbulent river.
Twelve years into the Wasatch, and still finding new favorite places. Amid a slow start to the winter of 2026, Brian and I explored the Snowbird sidecountry…a zone I hadn't been in since my first winter here. More than anything it was a chance to go for a walk and see snow levels. The walk confirmed low tide and the beauty of the backyard. Winter never really showed up that year, but this day got me going…exploring new zones, making the most of quiet, slower conditions. Sometimes we go skiing for the deep turns, sometimes its to explore a new zone, sometimes its just to move. No matter the pull, its the conversations from those days that always stick with you (that and the plans for future days)
The clouds had been sitting low all morning and the rain wasn't helping anyone's mood. We weren't expecting much. But when they broke, just for a moment, and there was Ts̓zil….massive, cutting straight up out of the valley.