Water
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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.
The Narrows is a classic for a reason. Yes, its crowded and yes, its noisy. But you’ll walk with people from more walks of life than you would on a city block in Salt Lake. As you go around the first turn, you remember to look up and take it in. The light shifts and the textures pop. Maybe next time you’ll go somewhere else, but the Narrows is a classic for a reason.
The mornings are getting darker. Rain’s back in the forecast. Theres signs of a morning chill. Fall is on its way. Time to rally a crew and head south. Big rides and long nights.
We started in crisp air, on smooth trail winding through golden aspens. By the end it was hot, rocky, and time for a beer.
Superior on a powder morning brings a crowd. The summit sprint to adds to the rush. On this morning, a fog bank settled in limiting visibility and keeping the first groups from dropping in. As people got the top, they stacked up on the ridge, waiting for it to lift.
Feeling the growing froth, we went north. Kluh opened it up first, laying it down with style.