by Bryan Snyder on July 23rd

The glorious Santa Ynez River was gone. Its wide riverbed, formerly a no-man’s land of marshes and swiftly-flowing tributaries had ..

by Bryan Snyder on July 15th

Rain. Rain. More rain. This was not the homecoming I had in mind. Back in Southern California, we could ..

by Bryan Snyder on September 26th

As a plan, it seemed reasonable on its surface. Over two days I would hike upstream along Convict Creek to ..

by Bryan Snyder on September 19th

My performance on the slopes of Sonora Peak was underwhelming. I was breathing hard and felt sapped of vitality, which ..

by Bryan Snyder on September 12th

The gorilla and his bride-to-be stood at the end of the pier, hand-in-hand, as the presiding official put the megaphone ..

by Bryan Snyder on September 6th

What seemed like a powerful dust devil at first now had the look of a small explosion. A quarter-mile down ..

by Bryan Snyder on August 29th

I knew there was no chance I was going to make it to a gas station in time… might as ..

by Bryan Snyder on August 22nd

“My toenail’s probably going to fall off,” my mother predicted as she shortened the nail with a pair of clippers. ..

by Bryan Snyder on August 15th

I could tell within the first ten seconds that this was the most ludicrous scheme I’d thought of in a ..

by Bryan Snyder on August 8th

The woman looked exhilarated but concerned as she met us coming down the Swiftcurrent Pass trail. “You’d best be careful ..