Kicking (and Gliding) at The Home Ranch

Or how I  learned to channel my inner aerobic animal. By Nicholas O’Connell It looks so easy. When experienced skate skiers glide along with grace and fluidity, it appears almost effortless. And yet when I’ve tried it on cross country skis, I found it exhausting. If I have the right gear and coaching can I ever … Continue reading Kicking (and Gliding) at The Home Ranch

Mountain Passages: Only Fools Push the Season

The transition from winter to spring brings up arguments about clothing, birdsongs, and contemplative time in the mountains. By Alan Stark Blue Eyes thinks it’s a bad idea for me to drop my clothes on the floor next to the bed. After all these years, she doesn’t quite understand the utility of having my clothing … Continue reading Mountain Passages: Only Fools Push the Season

Land in the Sky: Betwixt and Between

Each day at lunchtime, the collies and I are out walking through the woods on the warm and sunny side of our hill. Each day we hear the fire siren going off in East Jewett, signaling the arrival of noon. Precisely a minute later, we hear the siren in Hensonville going off, signaling noon’s arrival … Continue reading Land in the Sky: Betwixt and Between

Land in the Sky: Dream Within a Dream

In the Land of Rip Van Winkle, you spot the sign. Your journey ends here, alone. Check in at the Sleepy Dutchman Motel. Enter your room. Drop your bag beside the bed. A century of cigarette smoke slumbers in the drapes. Breathe deep the years. There is no TV, no telephone, no cell service. Take … Continue reading Land in the Sky: Dream Within a Dream

Seeking Direction

Late last fall, David Rothenberg and I spent a day on Mount Greylock. It’s the highest peak in Massachusetts and has many literary associations. For instance, Henry Thoreau climbed it in 1844 and wrote up an account. He ascended the nearly 3,500 foot mountain—in those days called “Saddle-back”—via a long valley called “the Bellows”. He … Continue reading Seeking Direction

Postcard: Saturday night at the Elks

Seats went quickly last Saturday night around the Leadville Elks Lodge dance floor. It was ski joring weekend, which meant the town was packed with tourists. At the Elks, the cowboy hats and belt buckles were out, and a lot of locals seemed to be seeing each other for the first time in months, catching up with … Continue reading Postcard: Saturday night at the Elks