Articles

Mike and the Ocean to Ice expedition learn, in 1 Nephi 11, that: " The trail may become less about spectacular views and more about learning how to truly see."

Looking at additional learnings from 1 Nephi 11 on the Ocean to Ice expedition. "God responds to sincere seekers far more than most people realize."

A look at 1 Nephi 12, from an adventure standpoint. After mystical moments come ordinary ones. And what we repeatedly choose during those ordinary moments determines everything.

Ocean to Ice Day 20 Humbug Mountain — Oregon Coast Rising 1,756 feet straight out of the ocean, Humbug Mountain is one of the highest headlands on the Oregon coast. Thick rainforest climbs the slopes while pounding surf and sea stacks line the shoreline below. It feels ancient. Untamed. The kind of place that reminds you the Pacific Northwest was never fully conquered — only traveled through carefully. What I’m Learning In 1 Nephi 13, most people focus on the big historical c

Ocean to Ice Expedition - Day 24 1 Nephi 14 Samuel H. Boardman Scenic Corridor — Oregon Coast I've spent the last couple days wandering around the Samuel H. Boardman Scenic Corridor trying to figure out how photographers get those incredible photos of Natural Bridges. The arches themselves aren't hard to find. The problem is finding a viewpoint that doesn't involve falling off a cliff. One overlook shows part of the scene. Another reveals a different piece. Some angles hide

Mike and Ocean to Ice wraps up on the Oregon Coast. A fitting time to wrap up Nephi's vision in 1 Nephi 11-14.

Click to read dispatches on prayer from Ocean to Ice.

Click to read Book of Mormon Adventure Guide dispatches.

Click to see general articles by Mike Loveridge

Click to see dispatches of experiences and lessons learned on the 2026 Ocean to Ice expedition.

Mike Loveridge learns a lesson for the trail from 1 Nephi 14, while seeking the perfect shot at natural bridges on the Samuel H. Boardman area of the Oregon Coast.

Pahu drums, wild pigs, and Cook Pines set the stage for a North Shore birthday hike that becomes a quiet meditation on memory and the dogs, places, and times we never forget.

I was viewing more visible vertical feet of mountain than can be seen anywhere on the planet.

The three grizzlies and a dozen wolves across the meadow and up the side of the hill were far too busy feasting on a rancid buffalo carcass to worry about me.

I’ll happily lose sleep chasing the Milky Way with my camera, because honestly, what else is worth stumbling around half-awake for the next day?

Uncovering ghost towns, sacred sunsets, and a dog who still shows up when it matters most. Sunset from 'Caiya's Spot', Leadville, CO. The Last Turn Left I hadn’t been to Leadville, Colorado, in a long time. And I hadn’t been ready. Not really. This mountain town was one of Caiya’s favorite places—and mine. Every turn, every trail, every breeze up here reminds me of her. But recently, I decided maybe—just maybe—I was ready to face the pain. Like a gladiator entering the aren

Once a Love-Ridge, Always a Loveridge My last name is Loveridge, which implies that somewhere in the mists of genealogy, an ancestor squinted at a mountain skyline, felt romantic about it, and declared, “Yes, we are the people who love ridges.” I can’t prove this, but I also can’t disprove it, and frankly it’s the kind of logic I’m willing to embrace. But on this night, standing in the dark on a narrow pirate plank of sandstone with 1,000-foot drop-offs on both sides, I wasn’

Thenkoo, Come Again? (Big Springs. Big Exit.) Leslie and I stood ankle-deep in the river, staring across the canyon with the kind of intensity you never see in livestock. A cow will gaze blankly at a fence post all afternoon and never blink. We, on the other hand, were fixated with 100 times more purpose. And for good reason: Big Springs lived up to its name. The branding was accurate, if not inspired. They were, indeed, springs. And yes, they were big. Desert springs usually

Above the Tree Line, Beneath the Surface Sometimes the view that changes you isn’t the one from the top. Before we jump into the guide, let me tell you how this all started. Years ago, I was deep into climbing — the kind of obsession that starts with 5.11 routes and ends with your entire lifestyle orbiting around granite and gear. I cut my teeth on Utah's world-class crags: Big Cottonwood, American Fork, Maple Canyon, Indian Creek. They sound like playgrounds but feel more li

You think you're buying a van. What you're actually doing is joining a shiny cult of aluminum dreamers who believe in spreadsheets, scenic overlooks, and the healing power of a well-timed squatch sighting.