Okay. The title of this post is not true. But here is a picture of an alligator I made in the second grade. When I was a kid we played with die-cast metal toys, traded Garbage Pail Kid cards, walked and rode our bikes to the other side of town (and sometime beyond) completely unattended, and knocked the wind out of ourselves doing penny drops on the jungle gym. Also, I was an artist.
The hiking season is in full swing, but it was only the weekend of June 16, just days before the summer solstice, that I got out on the trails for the first time! Horrors! Fortunately I was invited on a work trip to help guide a fantastic group of hikers to Lakes of the Clouds Hut on Mount Washington in the beautiful White Mountain National Forest in New Hampshire, so off I went!
The story of getting lost, facing my fears, and finding the trail once again.
What's your go-to story when the topic of epic misadventures comes up? This is mine. It's the story of going for a very long run, getting lost, being pursued by imaginary ax murderers, hangng out along the interstate, encountering raptors and scaring middle-aged women.
Have you had your “Best Nine” assembled for Instagram yet? It is a strange phenomenon to me, but I do it anyway. Here's a bit of the year in review using my #2017BestNine as a lens and jumping-off point.
It’s easy to admire a perfectly cloudless day on a mountain summit. It means we rarely consider our fears about coldness, damp, or the possibility of getting lost. In summer daylight runs long. There’s a swimming hole down the trail once we’re back in the hot, humid air of the trees. Perhaps there’s a cold beer at day’s end. We love these days because they are uncomplicated. Climbing the mountain was made less strenuous by the absence of clouds. Though I love this type of day, especially when traversing a long, exposed range of mountains; in my paintings I gravitate...