Category: Journeys

  • Not Knowing

    As I become older, I can look to the past, realizing how being afraid, or worrying was unhelpful, an obstacle to a better life.

  • A Vanishing in The Wilderness

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    It was a crisp winter day, and the snow flurries continued through the hike, with strong below zero wind chill at the summit. We parted ways at the return to the trail head. I never saw him again.

    Rays from the sun shine through a misty dense forest. A rugged hiking trail runs through the center of the image.
  • Photo Friday: The Big Easy

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    The snow west of Texas had turned us around. Our road trip had begun on the East Coast and we had reached as far as Amarillo, but could go no further. Our destination had been to reach the “Four Corners”. The only place in the U.S. where four states meet: Utah, Colorado, Arizona and New…

    a jazz musician plays a trumpet pointed at the sky on a city street near Bourbon st. in New Orleans.
  • The Hiking High

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    There was a time when I charged the “steeps”,trail sections that burned your lungs with the exertion, climbing inexorably up without end. Hiking was a sport, a workout. Leading groups at a faster pace, with distance and elevation was the rule: Longer, faster, higher.  Leading those hikes attracted similar individuals, with schedules that required precise…