A Lonesome New Year’s Eve

This year, Kris and I welcomed 2012 from the westernmost hut on the Appalachian Trail, the Lonesome Lake Hut.

Just an hour or so hike from the road, this rustic accommodation was away from everyday civilization, beautiful in its simplicity, and the perfect way to spend New Years Eve. We played Scrabble, read our books, made friends with fellow hikers, traded stories with the hut’s caretaker, enjoyed too much wine, and lit sparklers on the edge of the mountain at the stroke of midnight.

Not a bad way to welcome the new year.

 

Hello, Fall.

My summer was spent stand-up paddling rivers and oceans, running through the historic streets of Newburyport, traveling to some of my favorite destinations like Boulder and Burlington (VT), and spending time with the Stranded Dog and friends.

Let’s see what fall has to bring.

My recess is wandering. (Through the streets of Burlington, VT)
Manchester United v. New England Revolution
15 mile paddle on the Ipswich River.
Biking in Boulder. (Yes, that's a baguette sticking out of my backpack.)
Kayakers running Dragons Tooth on the Deerfield River.
Thank god for Bear Naked granola at Warrior Dash.