My Mom on the Bering Land Bridge

This is a picture of my mother sheltering from an Arctic wind from when this post first published in 2015. She’s nearing 80 now and I just connected with her last night in southern Utah where she’s joining me for a week on the San Juan River. She teeters more than she used to, not as fast on the scramble wearing a pack, and I’m glad to be going back out with her into the wild. With Mother’s Day coming up, I want to honor her tenacity and her hunger for raw experiences.

I held her cold hands in mine...