by Sarahlee Lawrence, River Rafting Guide | I’m a farmer and a river guide. When I leave the work at the farm, I head to work on the river. But sometimes its time to get gone. For the first time, maybe ever, I went on a vacation for me. No rivers, horses, vegetables, tractors, snow, or dust…. Just me and a couple Athleta bikinis headed to Thailand…

by Tamara Jacoby, Eco-Adventurer | I’ve seen photos of myself as a child. I’m always the little girl with dirty knees, pigtails and chocolate ice cream smeared on her face. Since those photos were taken every cell in my body has changed, I am no longer that person. However, last week that little girl and I were re-introduced…

by Tamara Jacobi, Eco-Adventurer | There aren’t many moments in my busy life where I’m perfectly happy sitting in one place and watching the world go by in silence. However, when you seat me in a sea kayak and give me a push out into the big blue ocean, my perspective on life seems to change…

by Dina Mishev, Featured Athlete | In the 1970s, Dale Shewalter dreamed of a trail stretching the length of Arizona, 800-some miles, from the state’s border with Mexico to its border with Utah. In 1985, Shewalter quit his teaching job to spend the year walking the state south to north to get a feel for where this dreamed-of trail of his might go…

by Kristina Pinto | Last summer, like many people, I became a devotee of the town farmers market, my only hope for attempting to eat locally harvested food. Every Tuesday, I headed to the common with my reusable grocery bags and stocked up on organic vegetables, regional cheeses, the freshest seafood, and grass-fed meat from a farm down the road…

by Sarahlee Lawrence, Outdoor Adventurer
You wake up to the sound of surf on the southern Mexican coast. Your hair is heavy with salt from the day before and eyes hazy in the dawn. You’ve been here for a week and the surf continues to break clean all day and all night, so you’re not surprised by the waist-high waves peeling off the little rocky point just beyond your tent…

by Sarahlee Lawrence, River Rafting Guide
It doesn’t seem to matter what I’m doing, from running rivers, to farming, to hiking, to biking, to running… I just have more fun in a skirt. It’s something about my legs being free, or maybe (speaking of Chi) the skirt opens the connection to the circulating life energy inherent in the earth…

by Sarahlee Lawrence, River Rafting Guide
I had been fighting the Colorado River for a hundred and eighty miles. The river swatted my boat and hit me sideways. I strained against the oars, trying to hold my line. Every rapid felt like a chaotic pummeling. I was just a sophomore in college and had never rowed a raft before in my life…