Teton Crest Trail Magic

“Life is either a daring adventure or nothing.” – Helen Keller    It has been a summer of cutting firewood, house remodeling, hiking for work and play, backpack trips for work and for pleasure, and more.... Time has flown. August? Hard to believe. Time has gotten away from me in the blog world. I apologize …

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Dancing for their Dinner

“There must have been hundreds of birds above the old, granite-gray castle in the village center. As though the evening had caused the air to thicken, as though an invisible reagent of transformation had turned the empty space into one trembling with inspiration and craving life. It was as though some chemical, a precipitating element …

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Old Friends

“Wildflowers are the stuff of my heart!”                                     Lady Bird Johnson Richardson’s and Sticky Geranium. Lupine. Bedstraw. Salsify. Green Gentian. Cinquefoil. Collomia. Wood’s Rose. Paintbrush. Buckwheat. Evert’s Thistle. Forget-Me-Nots. Old friends line the trails and I can almost hear …

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Water Rocks

Unpacking our bags I unpack our travels, sliding their adventure, zest, and freedom of thought and body into our more quotidian existence. Zipping open my backpack, I release into our Bronx living room, as if out of a cage, the following: Essence of sea; tingle, twang, and lilt of spoken Italian and her northwesterly dialects; …

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Wallace Stegner and My Geography of Hope

Scouting trails, spring season, hiking, Yellowstone, gratitude, yoga, connections, compassion, national parks…. Words and vague ideas float through my brain as I drink tea, look out the window, watching low clouds lift and fall, revealing then concealing the jagged summit of Electric Peak. I sit with the computer in lap, warming my thighs on this …

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It’s Mulberry Season

It’s mulberry season, and I have been blue---blue like the ocean, like my daughter’s eyes, like the little blue heron, like chicory and lupine and the fluttering karner blue. How is it possible to feel this way, I wonder and scold myself, amidst the bustle and joy of exploring the world with an almost-yearling babychild? …

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Ruminations on Bristlecone Pines and Wilderness

"I need solitude. I have come forth to this hill...to see the forms of the mountains on the horizon -- to behold and commune with something grander than man."          Henry David Thoreau I love returning to well-loved wild places; Canyonlands, Grand Canyon, and Yellowstone are favorites that I revisit often even …

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