I have been a camper forced to be one with nature since I was twelve years old, back when camping meant surviving a tent that could only be described as “vintage,” if we are being generous, and “possibly haunted by raccoons,” if we are being honest. Yet here I am, decades later, still camping in …
It was nearing sunset and it was time to turn around on the snowy trail and beeline it back to the car, just me, the nature guide, my pup and my guest. The sun was setting low below the mountain range and it was getting colder by the minute. There was just one small issue. …
I swear I heard a rumor that its springtime under these frozen pine limbs but it was so blustery this morning on my hike that my iPhone simply refused to turn on whatsoever. One minute my frozen iPhone went from sixty percent battery to three percent battery as I was trying to take a selfie …
Dear diary, It’s 10:30 a.m. and it has been raining cats and dogs for forty-eight hours now. I have not laced up my North Face hikers snow boots and hit the trail, any trail, with my favorite four-legged mutt in fifty-five hours, ten minutes and four seconds. I’m feeling wired, and edgy from all the …
It’s those first chilly days of March and spring may be just a few days around the corner. That is the rumor anyway, started by 2019 gossip after that spunky groundhog, Punxsutawney Phil did not see his shadow predicting an early end to this crazy winter. As I take my dog for a rain-soaked and …