The Running Bum

Running Wild With Words

The new Grand Staircase-Escalante National Monument plans came out today and I only have one thing to say: No, I’m not surprised, my emotions are simply solidified. Disappointment in the face of love hurts the most. In the heat of passion, I decided to write another guidebook, this time to this endangered place, Grand Staircase–Escalante …

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By Morgan Sjogren in The Gulch Issue 9 Cruising down the long lonely highways of the Colorado Plateau there are often more billboards than cars, demanding the attention of a captive audience while blocking the view of the surrounding sandstone canyons, cliffs and spires. The scene always makes me wish I could call up Doc …

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In these strange and scary times it’s more important than ever to read between the lines, understand our rights, and stand up to help protect threatened places and people. When I started writing The Best Bears Ears National Monument Hikes I simply wanted to provide an informative and educational hiking guide so that visitors to Bears …

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What her story—set in the American Southwest—reveals about the future of our public lands MORGAN SJOGREN//OCTOBER 22, 2018 Original story link via REI:  https://www.rei.com/blog/hike/how-ada-hatch-helped-change-the-field-of-archaeology-for-women “They said if we didn’t succeed they would never hire women again.”Ada Hatch’s smile reflects the brilliance of her yellow sundress when she says this. But it’s not a sugary smile; it’s …

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Photo Credit Jay Kolsch You are uninviting, treacherous and hostile but also hauntingly beautiful, mesmerizing, inescapable. I am possessed by enigma. Unable to resist long trips to see you. Deep inside your canyons I find myself in a lovesick spell, drawn towards each twist, turn, pour off and log jam with no concern for the …

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I looked at my once caged mind from the other side of the fence. On my first attempt running up the Bears Ears I saw nothing but the blank white wall of a blizzard and strong winds slapping me in the face. It matched how I felt that February morning–cold, alone, sad and blind to …

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I finally feel the constant buzz of being a displaced outcast with a spinning head and a broken heart dissipate. I sit on the floor and on the ground outside for hours, the longest stretch of stillness for me in months (many months). I allow the weight of gravity to hold me in place. I …

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