Outdoors


The Road to Durango

The Road to Durango

Our stay in Durango was short and beautiful, involved meeting an interesting family and staying with generous hosts, and included an invigorating hike with knowledgeable, wise, and inspirational companions.

Garden of the Gods

Garden of the Gods

Garden of the Gods is "the" thing you have to do if you visit Colorado Springs. This summer was our family's first visit to Colorado Springs and although we didn't have a lot of time for exploring during our visit we squeezed every moment we could from the time we had.

Landing in Berkeley California

Landing in Berkeley California

Life feels like a gauntlet sometimes of decisions and relationship stresses, social commitments, text notifications, and traffic. I just need a break. I can't escape all the necessary work of life, but as much as possible I'm going to carve out a time here in Berkeley that is restorative and restful. I'm going to take a vacation.

I'm glad I was here ~ Colorado and this big ol' world we call home

I'm glad I was here ~ Colorado and this big ol' world we call home

I'm still grateful to be here, to have seen this place and squeezed all the goodness I could in the few days we had.

Appalachian Trail & Adventure Journaling at Outsideways

Appalachian Trail & Adventure Journaling at Outsideways

While we were hiking I kept a trail journal. I wrote it in almost every day. I recorded our mileage, where we camped and notable points along the trail. I wrote about the people we met. I wrote my thoughts, feelings and frustrations. I wrote the good stuff and the bad stuff. In short form, I wrote about my brutiful experience on the Appalachian Trail. I'm now publishing that journal and my favorite photos of our hike at Outsideways.

Christmas Stories: First Day of Skiing

Christmas Stories: First Day of Skiing

Things change over the years. Skiing together is something we've managed to hold on to, though it too has evolved.

I couldn't photograph the Supermoon (or, reflections from a weekend trip to Vermont)

I couldn't photograph the Supermoon (or, reflections from a weekend trip to Vermont)

I had forgotten what windblown ice and snow look like on stunted spruce above tree line and that you should pack crampons for hiking 4,000 footers in New England in November.