I was always told it lies in the heart.
Take heart boys, get your courage up.
That less than an inch behind the chest
is the place where it all begins.
But I’ve known the heart to be weak.
That it loves too much. Feels too much.
Has too much guilt and too much sorrow.
That its skin is rather thin.
On Sunday I was in the seacoast area, and decided that while I was out that way, I needed to find a hike in the afternoon. After a couple weeks of college touring, work, and a host of other activities keeping me away from the mountains, I was anxious to get back out there again….
It’s time. Time to get out there. My kids are older, and his are getting through the toddler phase. I’m not getting any younger, and he’s not likely to be getting any more sleep for a few years, so there’s no point in waiting anymore. It’s time to go. But where? We thought about Iceland,…
I forgot the bug spray. I thought it was in the truck when I left the house yesterday and failed to double-check. Why, oh why, didn’t I double-check? For the better part of the six miles it takes to do the Mack—Klem loop, ascending two of the twelve major peaks in the Belknap Range, I…