How could in all my plodding of these streets,
I never noticed its presence before?
And never knew that by keeping my feet,
I was walking past Sanctuary’s door?
But today, up there on the old town road,
I came upon a sign, don’t know how new.
It called me down a path I never toed,
And without Moment’s pause, away I flew.
A few years ago I embarked on a quest to complete all 48 of New Hampshire’s tallest mountains before turning the ripe old age of 40. If you’re from New Hampshire, you’ve heard of the 4000-footers. If you’re from New England, you’ve probably heard of the 4000-footers. And if you’re turning 40 and don’t want…
Even though my next book isn’t about hiking, the trail is still where most of the writing starts. Walking clears my head, and voice notes capture the thoughts before they vanish.
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