'Kórima' means 'sharing' in the language of the Tarahumara.

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Majestic Oak trees were scattered across the rolling hills of dry grass around us. The marine layer was burning off and the morning sun was greeting us as we finished breakfast and lounged around camp. After some frisbee, a game of whiffle ball developed quickly as more people wanted to join the fun. There were no rules or teams, or maybe the rules and teams were made up and changed for each...

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I sat slumped over in a camp chair by the fire. It was dark and cold in those mountains in the wee hours of the night. I was tired, delirious, and defeated. I was at mile 68 of the Bear 100. As we neared the aid station I told Sweeney, my pacer, that I was done, that I was dropping out at this aid station. When I told him tears welled up in my eyes at the verbal admission of defeat. I was glad...

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Running in Luna Sandals, Scott shares his love for wild places and one of his favorite places to run and play; The Alpine Lakes Wilderness in the Cascades of Washington. The lakes featured are called Snow Lake and Gem Lake.

Presented by Luna Sandals, lunasandals.com
The song is called ‘River’ by the amazing band Akron/Family. Check out akronfamily.com for more info. 
Ran, filmed, and edited by Scott...

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Here is a short video by Scott of Luna running the trails just a few blocks from the Luna factory. We feel very fortunate to be in this beautiful nook of Seattle. 

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This was originally posted on Scott’s personal blog.

Mazatlan

We played, laughed, and smiled as we ran in a pack, like a tribe, down the brush and cactus lined switchbacks from the lighthouse. Below the clear blue sky, the ocean stretched out to the horizon on one side and the rolling landscape of Mazatlan stretched out on the other. Shawn was the dj to our mobile party blasting some energizing dubstep...

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This was originally posted on Scott’s personal blog.

The orange and red Madronas contrasted sharply with the dark green evergreens, all clinging to a steep rocky slope spilling into the sea. Our ferry had just left Lopez Island and was rounding the northern point of the island on our way to Orcas Island. The four of us lounged in the cushy seats of our booth on the ferry. The sun was blinding and...

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