Living alone can be wonderful, empowering, freeing, fun. It can also suck. Like, for example, when you’ve just done something fairly epic and you have no one who is forced, by virtue of his/her being trapped in the same space as you, to listen to you retell the story, adding the occasional “wow” or “uhContinue reading “Peak-bagging in the White Mountains”
If you were to ask me if I love hiking, I would answer unequivocally yes.
If you were to ask how often I hike, well…that’s a different story.