Adventure

In part one...

One was a collegiate runner from the East. One was a collegiate runner from the West. One was showered in champagne at the end of his first ultramarathon, while the other received five stitches after his ultramarathon debut. One goes by Sage Canaday. One goes by ...

Crank Farm is a new auction platform for used performance bikes, solving a frustrating problem for the cycling community

Andrew Johnson didn’t grow up dreaming about rodeos, let alone dreaming about becoming an international rodeo star. Rather, it was something of happenstance, something he claims he was pulled into by “the luck of the draw...

Around age 8, Conor Hall started doing primitive skills courses with his siblings near their home in Crestone, “kind of tucked under the towering...

The mountain haunts climbers. It lurks in their dreams, draws them like moths to the flame and, from time to time, claims them as its own. Denali. The big one. First climbed in the early 1900s, the peak is the highest in North America. It’s also one of the most ...

In July of 2009, Boulder Theater plotted its marquee letters to read: LONG LIVE JONNY COPP. The Boulder Theater marquis: "Long Live Jonny Copp" Weeks...

Nicole DeBoom was watching the Ironman Triathlon World Championship in 1982 as Julie Moss entered her final mile of the race with a comfortable lead and her body began to give up. Moss collapsed and got back up several times until she couldn’t stand, and then she ...

My baseball loyalty was irrevocably formed in 1961 at the tender and impressionable age of six when the Washington Senators relocated to Minneapolis and...

Usually, when someone repeatedly tells you no, you eventually take your energy elsewhere, the probability of a yes getting shelved with other dashed dreams....

Colorado’s best grassroots cycle tour Colorado`s mountainous landscape is tailor-made for epic cycling tours. Whether you prefer the challenging high mountain passes or the long stretches of rolling alpine meadows, pedaling in the high country is a feast for the...

Forty seconds before round two, and I’m lying on my back trying to breathe. Pain all through me. Deep breath. Let it go. I won’t be able to lift my shoulder tomorrow, it won’t heal for over a year, but now it pulses, alive, and I feel the air vibrating around me, the...