My father would have been 77 this week, but he passed away almost 23 years ago when he was 54. The suddenness and swiftness of his death left the whole family bereft, and we still miss him. Although he died relatively young, my father did a great many things, and some of those things IContinue reading “An ordinary day”
A few observations taken from my journal notes written on the last night of the journey: I reek. Everyone else who has been on the trail for 12 days reeks too. I challenged myself physically and mentally, and I rose to the challenge – and it felt great! I lived every minute of the trip,Continue reading “TMB Part 12: Last Day”
It was raining when we awoke at the Gite de Bon Abri. We ate breakfast, said our goodbyes and hit the trail once more in our rain gear. We had passed a few cows up to this point and they had always ignored us, choosing instead to focus on chewing their cuds. However, on thisContinue reading “TMB Part 8: All things bovine”
Our first full day in Switzerland started with skies darkened by rain. We stepped outside into the chill, jackets under our rain gear to keep us warm. We walked through a valley past Swiss chalets and small gardens full of lettuce, squash, leeks, strawberries and raspberry bushes. Our destination, Champex and its lake of theContinue reading “TMB Part 7: Weathering dilemmas”
We rose before dawn and got our packs ready, then ate a quiet breakfast of bread, yogurt, fruit and tea in the dining room. The sun began to bathe the gray peaks on the other side of the valley in light, reflecting brightly off the white snow caps. We slung our packs on our backsContinue reading “TMB part 6: A feast for the senses”
On the first official day of the tour, we woke up early and ate whole-grain bread, cheese, yogurt and honey for breakfast. We left at 8 a.m. and walked across Les Houches to the Belllevue cable car. It took us up 1,500 feet and we began our hike, which was mostly downhill that day. AfterContinue reading “Tour du Mont Blanc, Day 2: More cowbell”
I have led a lucky life. I nearly died as a child, but I survived. I have a loving family who helped me become a resilient adult. Because of my experiences, I have a finely honed sense of how tenuous and temporary our life here is on earth, so I try to remember to makeContinue reading “Terror”
A trip to the mountains is a good reminder of the things that matter.
Even at 7 a.m., it’s hot in Florida on the second of July. The rising sun cuts out patterns of dark on light through the trees. An occasional mushroom, bright white, pushes through the mud-brown leaf litter. The color green bathes the trees. An insect shouts a high-pitched, undulating hum. Birds chatter and sing, someContinue reading “The Hike”
I realized that if I took life one lamppost at a time, or one moment at a time, I might just be able to make it through anything.