the small sounds of the past in the Finger Lakes….
I get off the Interstate as quickly as possible to avoid the New York toll roads. Within minutes the landscape...
outdoor adventures
the Banff Mountain Film Festival
Admittedly, the last time I saw one of those extreme outdoor sports films would have been back in high school...
snow hiking
It's lovely when you just finish your second cup of joe at work, and HR comes in to tell you...
back to Brighton
The words kept ringing in my head... powder...shred...mountains....speed... It was long past the time for me to get back onto...
coming full circle with the Maasai
As we pull up to the familiar Maasai village, I marvel to myself how comfortable I am here in this...
the Salt Flats
After almost a month outside my country, the return has been a difficult adjustment. I need time to re-evaluate priorities,...
The Flume
I didn't know that the poet Robert Frost had one of his homes in New Hampshire, or that most of...
me and the Salton Sea
The cold, snow and ice has gripped my hometown in a killer's vice, the inversion of dirty pollution has one...
Lower Antelope (part 4)
Upon returning to milepost 302 after lunch, the three of us met Stetson, our new guide for the afternoon. As...
Upper Antelope (part 3)
It's mid morning when we pull up to the entrance of Upper Antelope.More cars and safari vans are also parked...
Starting with Owl (part 1)
The blogging world is a curious one indeed, and can sometimes happily lead me to places and adventures that most...
Mosca
I first heard about North America's largest sand dunes from Runaway Juno on her blog. This set the wheels in motion...