Articles by John Morelock

“When good things end...” rattled around in my head as I started up the last bit of climb to the trailhead. I thought about delaying the end, but the sun was just about to touch the water when 1 left the bluf...

Sometimes it seems that reaching a decision is more difficult than executing the result. First, I toyed with the dinner menu. If I was going to run tomorrow for miles and miles and... never mind. If I was going to do a l...

Ferns or mosses? Unlike John Muir, who frequently listed the Latin name alongside the common name for most plants he mentioned in his essays, my mind gets to "green things,” separates them into large or small and s...

I was looking at the crowd. There was upwards of two hundred runners, assorted supporting friends, fans, or family, and the always harried race offi cials. The yearly argument of which power pole is the official starting...