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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First day of a long walk.

Miles: 15.5 Elevation gain: 3373 ft We woke this morning to glorious sunshine which our hostess was quite surprised by. So we also shared in her surprise. Sunny and cool. Lots of people have asked me why. Why would we hike 100 miles in five days. It seems crazy. Sometimes I say that Brits love …

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No destination, just curiosity

When our son was younger we used to have adventure weekends. Or adventure days. We'd get up early and pack up the Land Rover with lots of food and tasty treats, and head out. All three of our dogs have learned that Land Rover times are the best times, and the moment the car door …

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Even in harsh conditions, we thrive

White Sands National Park Sometimes living in the desert I am struck by how harsh the living conditions are. Just a few miles up the Sandia Mountains on the outskirts of Albuquerque, the landscape is dry and hot, filled with cacti and rattlers. It is not a hike for the faint at heart, or those …

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The rural urbanite (or urban ruralite), and loving it.

In the last year I haven't written on this blog very much. I have been collecting lots of images and stories to post, but my family and I have been gathering our strength (and our belongings) for new adventures that have taken much of our focus, spirit and strength. Transitions are time consuming endeavors. Often …

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Finding a Good Hike for a Good Old Pair of Boots

Today I went for a mountain hike with my almost sixteen year old son, and our exuberant and lovely dog. We were alone on the trail, and we both spent time reminiscing about all the time we've spent on the beautiful Italianos Trail. It was delightful to listen to my son remember his stories -- that …

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