My father died in January. Writing those words has been so hard. He was here one minute reconnecting with me over dinner on New Year’s Day, vibrant and bristly as always, nine days later he was in the hospital. As…
My Love Affair with Jack Frost
As the dying leaves fell from the the trees, the frost began to set in. The cold morning froze each vein of the twisted leaves where they lay. Little ice crystals grew from the ends of each corner and quickly…
Mushrooms in Full Color
Often change is like fire taking you in a hot blaze before you even realize what’s happening. This year, summer ended long before I was ready. I have a beautiful baby to show for it though. Now she is my…
Birth
I am happy to announce the birth of our beautiful daughter! Our Lil’ Squidge came to us four days late… I was lucky enough to have both Alpine Florist and my dear friend Becky alongside Johnny, for the eight hours…
One Moment
Cap’n J and Johnny Null stood next to the fence looking over the dam. Snow still covered the banks of the river and hid the levee path we had walked to get here. The dark water flowed steadily here despite…
Embracing the Darkness
Recently, I had the pleasure of writing for Johnny’s blog, Null in the Void. His blog is a collection of musings on everything from religion to food to martial arts. He is always inspiring me and his blog does no…
Devil’s Path: The end of my Story and all the Links you Need
Previous Post: Part 2 – Beyond my Strength on Devil’s Path When Johnny and I awoke to the morning of our final day on Devil’s Path it was bitterly cold. The moist chill from the rain of the previous night…
Beyond my Strength on Devil’s Path
Previous Post… Part One: My Quest to Complete Devil’s Path After two days on Devil’s Path, I stood at my bail-out trail from last year. I felt strong though and ready to conquer Sugarloaf Mountain and its double sized descent.…
My Quest to Complete Devil’s Path
Part one of my three part story about Devil’s Path. Not far from the border of New York State and Connecticut are the gentle rolling hills of the Catskill mountains. This wilderness gives the impression of a great carpeted realm…
Sadness on Mt. Everest
The sun peeks over the horizon one beam at a time. It is 5:30am and the Sherpa guides are already up on the ice setting ropes for the busy climbing season ahead. As they work, things begin shifting above their…
