Adventure Running
Hypoxic climbs, cascading descents ... legs spinning across the open land.
Adventure running is where the feral flag flies.
Eleven miles into the run, our feet teeter at the canyon’s rim. Our eyes tumble down the fall line, sliding through sun-gilded grassy slopes that plunge between chiseled rock walls. Far below, a delicate white line is the Snake River and its class V whitewater.
Trail Running and Tenkara Fishing
Water billowing around his calves, Jeff Flaker carefully wades out over mossy rocks into deeper water. He hunkers down, gently pulls back on his line and then releases it, slinging the amber braid and the trailing elk-hair hopper across the current, dropping it precisely at the head of the pool. The babbling brook seems to fade to silence as I watch his fly drift downstream with anticipation. Then, the surface erupts, the rod bows, adrenaline rushes and a smile cracks.