Lying to Your Hiking Partner

Could little white lies actually make for a more pleasant push through challenges, or are we all deluding ourselves?

It’s Just Around a Corner

The early morning air is crisp and cool. I can’t actually see the mountain we’re climbing, but I can infer its shape by what’s not there: stars.

The night sky above is a brilliant splash of twinkling lights, ending abruptly at the ridge line of Mount Democrat, which is jet black. I happened to be at the front of the dancing line …