Over the years, I have done less climbing and hiking in the canyon lands than anywhere else in the continental U.S. The splitter cracks and the remoteness have always appealed, however more alpine landscapes most often claimed my attention. However, in the late 1970s while on a sabbatical dedicated to ski racing and working for Outward Bound, I did leave Crested Butte for two weeks to go for an adventure in the desert, and it was magical. Long runs in Arches, a multi-day hike in Grand Gulch Primitive Area, great bouldering, and magnificent sunsets.
The Adirondacks where I live, protected six million acres in the state constitution because there was a realization that extraction (timber and mining) were not a path to sustainability. This dynamic tension has continued to play out in American history ... sad to see this reversal last week.
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