This morning, I walked our long access road with Pepper, limping slightly due to a severely stubbed toe that prevents me from running. The air was still and mild in the wake of a rainstorm that melted...
This morning I ran over a skiff of snow under a full moon high in the western sky, the sun not yet risen. In the forest, I dodged puddles, their frosted surfaces barely distinguishable in lingering da...
Each autumn, Wentworth Valley beckons Vilis and me to hike hills cloaked with maples, beeches, birches, and scattered conifers, the deciduous trees’ leaves painting the landscape with the flamin...
Spurred on by our hiking adventure yesterday and loathe to devote this gloriously warm Thanksgiving Day to the mundane, Vilis and I hoisted a Grumman canoe atop our Ranger, dropped it off on the bank ...