We stopped hiking in 2013, it wasn’t deliberate. First we missed our ‘annual’ Spring Break backpacking trip, then we both got tied up with work. I abandoned my semi-retired state, and getting out just faded away. No backpacking, no hiking,… Continue Reading →
One of my favorite pictures from this afternoon’s hike.
With temperatures down to 18°F (-8°C) and six-seven inches of snow on the ground, I thought it would be a good opportunity to check how my hiking clothing fared. I also thought it’d be fun to check how well my huaraches and woolen toe socks held up in the conditions.
Another day’s sailing on my friend John’s sailboat – only this time instead of too much wind, we had too little.
Lanie had a break in her rehearsal schedule, so I thought I’d take her kayaking to get her out and about for a while.
John asked if I fancied going sailing. He had to ask? That’s a given.
A series of heavy thunderstorms on Wednesday put paid to our first planned outing. So we re-scheduled for Friday – not an auspicious day to go sailing if you are superstitious, but fortunately I’ve only just remembered that.
I really like this series of pictures of John I took while we out sailing yesterday.
I’ve had a long outstanding arrangement to take Jonathan out in one of our kayaks. Last week we agreed some mutually convenient times, and today we finally got out on the water.
My friend John recently got his ASA Basic Keelboat sailing certificate. When he said he wanted a sailing buddy to help him out on his first day sail in a keelboat without an instructor I jumped at the chance
Old man’s beard on the trees at the edge of the bluff
Every so often the knot under the sole between my toes breaks off. When it does I have to stop and tie a new one.
A picture from last weekend’s backpacking trip. We were checking out a stock pond to see if it might provide drinking water. The pond was not only quite large, but also surrounded by cattails which had started to break apart and seed.
We spent a long weekend backpacking in Hercules Glades. The highlight being an afternoon resting and enjoying the spring sunshine on top of a 260 ft. bluff overlooking Beaver Creek.