My Mountain Home

Readers of these posts will have figured out by now that I am not a big fan of crowding on our nation’s scenic trails. The title, The Solitude Trail, is a dead giveaway. I was dismayed then to drive across the North Cascades Highway a couple of weeks ago, which I wrote about in lastContinue reading “My Mountain Home”

Riding on a Snail for 55 Years

Age is simply the number of years the world has been enjoying you. Unknown What a nice surprise it was this week to receive this card in the mail with the illustration you see above. It was a thank you card from Recreational Equipment Incorporated (REI) congratulating me for being a member for fifty-five years.Continue reading “Riding on a Snail for 55 Years”

Summer in My Soul

The trick comes in planning next summer’s vacation while knowing that next summer is not promised to anyone. Sallie Tisdale With fall now officially begun it seems a little odd to be writing about the season that has just passed, but it was an especially good one for me, and that seems worthy of celebration.Continue reading “Summer in My Soul”

When Ultra-Lite Is Too Lite

Each step of a journey alters the person who makes it. Jane Hirshfield The photo you see above was taken before I had even left the trailhead on the first day of a nine day trek through the Wind River Mountains of Wyoming. Just as I was setting out on the trail I met someContinue reading “When Ultra-Lite Is Too Lite”

Alone but Not Lonely

Why should I feel lonely? Is not our planet in the Milky Way? Henry David Thoreau When I first started hiking alone in my early twenties people asked me a lot of questions, on and off the trail. There were alway two consistent themes: The first was, “Aren’t you afraid?” That was not hard toContinue reading “Alone but Not Lonely”

On the Trail with Teacup

May your trails be crooked, winding, lonesome, leading to the most amazing view. May your mountains rise into and above the clouds. Edward Abbey For weeks I had been putting off this trip. We had abundant rain that continued most of the spring, and three days without precipitation in the forecast seemed like an impossibility.Continue reading “On the Trail with Teacup”