Tiny travel, big world at the Peabody Essex Museum
I call this blog The Maniacal Traveler because I have a mania for travel in all its forms. Visiting museums, wherever they are, is a sort of super-condensed travel, or […]
Family and Kids
family life, activities, family travel
Jill Kinmont, my forgotten hero
I remember the swishing sound of skis as she pulled up in front of the camera. Blond hair, blue eye, a big smile. “My name is Jill Kinmont, and I […]
March Madness: Torture by Thin Mint
Girl Scouts are scarce back here in the woods, but last week I scored a case of Thin Mints after following a trail of crumbs on social media. I met […]
When the cold fails, try the warmth
Five things to do instead of skiing during New Mexico’s worst drought ever I am probably the only person in the United States who was disappointed by snowfall totals this […]
The boys howl, and I crack the whip
As the toxic smell of spray paint drifts up from the basement and splotches of red paint dry on my hardwood floor, I ask myself, how is it possible that […]
Drinking coffee and looking for aliens in Roswell, New Mexico
In Roswell, in need of coffee and a bathroom, we stopped at McDonald’s. I ordered a cup of Newman’s Own and opened out my wallet. “Fifty-three cents please,” the cashier […]
Cat vs. Camel: An epic battle on Mount Washington provides an opportunity to write about Marty
Marty, the Mount Washington summit cat, has been an elusive animal this week, slipping in and out of the Observatory staff quarters only to eat and use the litter box. […]
Time travelling, sea to summit, in the woods of York, Maine
One of my favorite “backyard” walks is the “sea-to-summit” hike from Highland Farm in York to the summit of Mount Agamenticus. The walk doesn’t actually start at the beach, but […]
Bushwhacking on Mount Tecumseh
Impossible as it may seem, within a few minutes of our hike up Mount Tecumseh in Waterville Valley, my friend and I have lost the trail, and now find ourselves […]
Refuge in the sands
As all hell broke loose that Friday in Boston, the beach at Morris Island stretched for miles, empty and unpeopled, like the city in lockdown. Instead of fear, the beach […]