The Thin LineThere’s something about the smell of exhaust coming out of an outboard motor early in the morning. That hypnotizing (and toxic) aroma...
A Sonic ExplosionLight was just beginning to creep up the ridge. The woods were not yet awake as we sank back into the brush-line along the edge of the...
The Summit is SteepThe instructions seemed simple enough. “Pull up and park by the red barn. Walk out to the left and up the ridge. Follow the ridge out the...