Bryan Snyder 's Stories

This was it. I only managed an hour of sleep before midnight came and I had to crawl from ..

The great volcano of Mt. Rainier loomed as heavily in my mind as it loomed over the city of Seattle. ..

Hello dampness, my old friend. A cold mist blew across the ocean bluff, infiltrating my campsite and leaving a ..

They say that when threatened by fire, one should head towards water. If that’s the case, then hiking five ..

“One hundred eight degrees in Redding,” the radio announced. That brief message cemented my decision to escape California’s Central ..

This must be how a beginning skier feels when he makes a wrong turn on the bunny slopes and ends ..

Darkness… the backdrop for all manner of morally questionable enterprises. I had waited until the murky hours of moonlight ..

I thought my summer travels were over. I’d seen enough, climbed enough, and risked my life enough times for ..

It certainly looked like a palisade. Above the rolling, wild Sierra high country stood the final line of defense ..

Around mid-afternoon I looked up from my laptop and noticed that the quality of the sunlight had changed. Across ..

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