Brett Seng is a Bozeman, Montana based outfitter, photographer and entrepreneur. I have admired Brett’s images for some time and my ears perked up when I heard he was launching an online shuttle service App. My move back to Montana coincided with the launch of ShuttleSnap and I’ve been using it all summer. The idea, Read More
Here at STS we are feeling very fortunate. We’ve been humbled lately by readers sending encouraging emails , others sharing our content across the web, and even colleagues selecting our work for a few awards. Thanks for all of your support. It’s a big reason why we do this. With that in mind it’s time, Read More
STS is incredibly honored by the Outdoor Writers Association of America’s selection of “Ultra Sensitive” as the 2014 President’s Choice “Best-of-the-Best” blog post award!
“I’ll be in the neighborhood,” I said into my cell phone. “Mind if I come by?” “Sure, what time?” she replied. “Well, I have an appointment until nine, so I can be there by ten or ten-thirty…” It went without saying that sixty miles of highway qualified as drop-in distance. Wyoming is a small, Read More
How’s that?” I asked, frowning into my crackling cell phone. “Did you say salmon?” “Exactly,” confirmed the young woman on the other end as I ransacked the glove box for a pencil. “Colorado salmon?” I pressed, confident that those words had no business sharing a sentence. “Correct,” she confirmed. “Okay . . . And, Read More
We’re all chasing something. In fact, the human condition can be fairly described in terms of pursuit. Thomas Jefferson all but did so in the opening lines of the Declaration of Independence. Most major religious traditions, however, take a dour view of this facet of humanity. “Desire is the root cause of suffering,” said the Buddha. We, Read More
Traveling to far flung destinations, going deep into the backcountry, or being on a river for days is awesome. We try to do it as much as possible. But short trips close to home are underrated. Recently, we decided to camp for one night with our family, only fifteen minutes from town. Talking to a, Read More
As a younger man I watched the western flank of the Wind River Range rise above me as I pulled into a small ranch outside of Boulder, Wyoming. It was 2003 and my Subaru Impreza was full of camping gear and a saddles. I’d skipped out on college graduation to take a job horse packing in, Read More
It was like we’d been bewitched by Sirens. If we ended up on the rocks, so be it. Leaving those risers with out consummation was not an option.
The text messages started at 6:59 am: “I might have to bail. I will find out just before 8. See you at store.” “I have been cramping in my calf all night. Damn sore.” “Did the river blow out due to rain last night?” The writing appeared to be on the wall. Throwing out, Read More