Ponden to Gargrave: lunch in Ric’s hometown of Lothersdale

Miles: 19.25 Elevation: 1821 ft So much to write today. I probably can’t get it all out at the moment. Today we walked 19 miles. It was the most glorious day. Weather was perfection. The miles came easy. It was the best day yet. And the longest. It is a bit of a challenge to …

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Hebden Bridge to Ponden: The moors where Sylvia Plath and the Brontë sisters walked.

Miles; 12.9 Elevation gain: 2255 ft Part of the beauty of this walk is talking with folks along the way. The Yorkshire accent is like speaking in limericks. It’s lovely to listen to. But understanding it is a trick. Ric can step into the limerick for brief moments, but loses it after a bit. People …

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From Diggle to Hebden Bridge: it was a long day.

Miles: 17.1 Elevation gain: 1903ft Today was a lot. And a lot of different things. First off, it was 17 miles. And that is a lot. The first seven miles flew by with no problem. We were feeling good and keeping a strong pace. The weather was overcast but warm. Walking above Diggle We came …

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From Torside to Diggle: roadside coffee and oatcakes too.

Miles: 14.3 Elevation gain: 3373ft The Miles: Today the miles piled on easily. I was actually stronger today than yesterday which felt strange as we inched closer to 30 miles. The walking wasn’t easier. In fact we had some serious climbs today. We felt lucky that half way we came across a lady in a …

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Arriving in Edale: finding the trailhead.

Planes. Trains. Automobiles. Three days of travel to get us to the starting point. So many things to consider as we move toward the start of our walk. Through the airport and the sidewalks of London, I am struck by the beauty of diversity. People are so different and lovely and funny and weird. People …

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On the tracks in Ireland

This post is pure indulgence for me. Everything about Ireland was an indulgence, and ever since I returned I have been dreaming about it. Writing about it keeps me dreaming. Our train ride around Ireland was one of those rare holidays that everything was perfection. The people we traveled with, the weather. All of it, …

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