A DREAM FULFILLED (Almost)*

"Adventure is worthwhile in itself." Amelia Earhart Diane has a dream. Her dream is to travel the length of the Yellowstone River. We have climbed Younts Peak, visiting the headwaters of the Yellowstone. We have kayaked Yellowstone Lake—Diane has kayaked the entire circumference while I’ve done most of it. And now, we have kayaked the …

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Woods-Walking on Two and Four Legs

I'd been feeling those last-day-of-vacation blues, at the end of a glorious trip home: a week of tent sleeping and garden picking, of gramma and grandpa (mom and dad) and their culinary tricks, of lakeside sand castles and car adventures---all soul-manna for this begrudging city kid and her kid. But we were set to leave …

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Midsummer in Van Cortlandt Forest

If there's something I'd like to believe, and also to teach all our daughters, it's that you have got to love your home country. Yearn for others at will, lament your distance from past lovers (aspen and mountains), identify yourself more closely with life-chapters past. Fine. Still, get out there on your own backyard trails. Learn …

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Death-Defying Craziness on the Pacific Crest Trail

This post is a series of journal entries from 7 days hiking the Pacific Crest Trail recently. July 6-12, 2019 Tuolumne Meadows to Sonora Pass, Pacific Crest Trai The plan was to try to finish the approximately 780 miles that I had left of the Pacific Crest Trail (PCT), to hike from Tuolumne Meadows to …

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Loving the garden too

Here is the Native Plant garden: a terraced pool with geometric cascades; a wet hot corridor of mountain laurel and rhododendron; a bird-bath pond, frequented just as often by turtles and frogs. Pollinators feasting on a rainbow of stalks and sundials. Hawks in flight overhead or perched in the neighboring woods. Squirrels, black and slender, skittering …

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Coyote Lovely

It starts like this: Nonna and I were walking the baby to a different playground from our usual, when we spotted a statue I'd seen before but never investigated. I went in for a closer look. I thought it might be Balto, a hero dog who already has one stony likeness in Central Park. But …

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My Mother (the Skunk Cabbage.)

To every wild feminine spirit in love with the words and the woods: Happy Mother’s Day. Through our gifts of transcending and caring and loving, we are all of us mothers. “A good mother grows into a richly eutrophic old woman, knowing that her work doesn’t end until she creates a home where all of …

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