Heather Hansman is an award-winning freelance writer, a former editor at Powder and Skiing magazines, and a semi-reformed ski bum. Her book, Downriver, about paddling the Green River and the future of water in the Western U.S., was published in March 2019. REI member since 2009.
The day after I received my jade green Stanley Tumbler, I decided to test it out on a trip to the local hot springs in Colorado with my dad and my partner. They...
On a Monday morning in February of 2017, Ashley Davies, Miran McCash and David Oh set out on a 3-mile run along the Seattle waterfront. The three had met in a l...
After a cold, dark, lonely winter, does anything sound better than sitting on a riverbank with a bunch of your besties, watching the sun sink low? We think not,...
I always thought that camping was supposed to be uncomfortable. Everything from abandoning four walls and a mattress to rubbing your heels raw from big miles in...
After the first 12 miles, the bike trail petered out and we turned onto the shoulder of a four-lane highway. Heading west, the graceful porches of old Florida g...
The thing is, they were … fine. Stretched out and saggy and fraying at the seams, sure, but they were sweatpants, so functional seemed good enough. And since th...
Editor’s note: Please consult the CDC or your state health department for information related to the COVID-19 pandemic. When spending time outdoors, please recr...
Editor’s note: After a great deal of careful consideration, we temporarily closed our retail stores nationwide. Please consult the CDC or your state health depa...
This op-ed represents the opinions of Heather Hansman.
I’m not a fiction writer, but if I were to write a novel about the dystopian future I might set it in ...
So, you want to make it work in a ski town? You know about the classic first-year liftie jobs at the ski hill and the constant cliché about the mountain-town ba...
OK, it’s not really a secret. You can basically spit on Denver from the top of Arapahoe Basin’s East Wall, and the mountain is typically one of the country’s fi...
Three miles into a humid, 11-mile run—just far enough that it was silly to turn back—I started to have regrets. They had been riding up the whole time, but as I...
