Sleep In The Dirt

“Copper Spur Meets Empress Gulch”

The Campfire Chronicles
"To shed some light on the power and movement occurring inside the tent during this barrage, the force of the hail shut the roof vent, my Garmin was vibrated out of the roof pockets, and Ponderosa pines all around took a significant haircut. When the storm passed, I climbed out feeling lucky and rewarded having just witnessed the awesome power and now beauty of Mother Nature." Read the rest

Room With a View – Under the Stars in Death Valley

The Campfire Chronicles
"Beautifully crafted social media posts might lead you to believe that the quintessential image of camping under the stars is a regular occurrence, but in my reality, it's a rare but gratifying experience. This is especially true when your home away from home is staked out in a spot like Death Valley where light pollution has yet to rear its ugly head and where I happened to be when everything lined up on the night in question." Read the rest

Ambassador Krystle Wright on Being an Auntie

The Campfire Chronicles
"In the end, it goes to show that sleeping in the dirt is the cure to keeping the soul grounded no matter how much time you’ve spent on this planet. We’ve already planned spring adventures to keep introducing Bowyn to new activities, and hopefully teaching him the right habits of developing a love to be outside!" Read the rest

Home Away from Home

The Campfire Chronicles
"I’ve always had a craving for the solitude and peace I feel in the wild with no one around. I spent my summers as a teenager fly fishing alone in the random, quite areas of Utah’s mountains and desert streams. I love sharing similar moments with my kids. Even more, I love giving them the chance to, hopefully, feel that same awesome feeling of stillness when they're out and away from it all." Read the rest

Kim Hess Bags Sixth of Seven Summit Challenge

The Campfire Chronicles
The days spent bogged down with weather were filled with coffee, napping, comedic banter, cutting snow blocks to build protective walls from the wind and using the leftover blocks to build sculptures - much like children on a snow day. Time ceased to have meaning in the disorienting 24-hours of daylight, making meals and bedtimes completely irrelevant. Read the rest