I was asked to present, well, dance,
tales of an ancient warrior,
and dicing the air, sword in hand,
summon all of my ancestors.
Looking out, I spoke a language
of unknown history and lore,
humbled by this chance, this standage,
to practice like never before…
Ok, I’m using this space to practice, right? To practice how I want words to flow on a page before feeling like they are worthy of being published. With a blog, you’re not supposed to overthink it or over-edit it. You’re supposed to divulge some honest take about something you’re working on or going through,…
For twenty-five years, I waited to do this. Whenever I came across a small group of ice climbers exploring the lesser-known regions of the White Mountains, I always stopped and admired them. I wanted to know more about where they were and how it felt to raise oneself up a cliff using ice axes. Now…
Black Mountain, a ski destination in Jackson, NH, rests fondly in the hearts of many New Englanders. It’s quaint size and beautiful location speaks to the adventurer in all of us, nostalgic for a time most of us can’t remember. It’s also one of the first mountains—perhaps the first mountain—where I learned to ski, as…