In some sublime way, I seem to have a lot of good experiences on this mountain. First time I did this, I had a blast. And that’s been the trend ever since.
Owl’s Head is often maligned for its lack of a view, committing mileage, and steep climb. But that misses the point. You so often hurt the ones who love you.
Sometimes you look out into the clouds, look inward, and hope to see beyond. Occasionally you find clarity.
It’s not a pussycat, but it’s not a lion. It lies somewhere in between. And over all its length, there is much undiscovered, waiting to be found.
Embrace the idea that perfection lies in natural imperfection. The vinegar is sweet, not sour or bitter.
It’s hard, but easier than it seems. And with unbelievable mid-autumn weather, what could go wrong?
Getting close to finishing my October grid, a warm, sunny outing with a sky full of stars at the end.
If you’ve done them, you know the Hancocks demand their pound of flesh.
It’s been far too long. Whether that is measured by the time spent away from the trail or from writing about it, truth. But here we are.
Worthwhile mileage doesn’t mean hard miles. Often the best is nearby, and relatively untrodden. If you’re not paying attention, you might just find something.
You can’t get what you want. But sometimes, you get what you need.
Open your mind to the idea that by doing something mindlessly easy, you might just be moving out of your comfort zone.