Bryan Snyder 's Stories

A moonbow. I couldn’t believe it. I was staring at an actual moonbow! I stood awestruck in ..

It was a cold night on San Joaquin Ridge. I sat behind the wheel, staying warm and killing time ..

A blue feather caught my eye, so I stooped to pick it up and continued down the trail, twirling it ..

The man in the orange protective jumpsuit spoke up for a third time: “This is going to be 10,000 gallons ..

“Big dust storm comin’!” announced a burly ranger, who seemed to appear out of nowhere. “Best be getting back to ..

“Are you serious?” I asked my new friend, drawing my gaze down from the ladders that led to the alley ..

What was I thinking? If I stayed huddled here any longer, I would surely freeze to death, which would be ..

I pushed another corn chip into my mouth, stretched my toes and gazed with sudden interest at the mountainous valley ..

First, let me say a few words about the importance of maps in the back-country. A good map can mean ..

As black as the skies appeared, perhaps it wasn’t such a wise move to attempt 14,060-foot Mt. Bierstadt so late ..

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