Not dead yet, nor do I expect to be
I’ve been away from this blog for almost three years, for no good reason except for too much time spent online at my “real job,” and other life events. But […]
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A trail ride for Father’s Day
The bike bridge across Scarborough Marsh had beckoned to me for several years. Now, on this Father’s Day, we decided to discover it. At the time (a few years ago), […]
Travels on the White Rose Road to Orris Falls
When writer Sarah Orne Jewett stopped by the Littlefield farmhouse in June, 1889, she found Daniel Littlefield, then 68, sitting in his deceased wife’s rocking chair, looking out the window […]
Waterfall wonderland on the Ammo Trail to Mount Monroe
Every May, I try to fit in my “end-0f-the-semester hike”, a few days after completing grades and graduation. In May, this hike usually involves some snow and ice, along with […]
If People Magazine existed in 1776: cast your ballot for the hottest Patriot!
Patriot John Hancock is the King of memorable signatures, so much so that his name has become synonymous with signing a document. As President of the Continental Congress, he was […]
Goodbye, antibiotics, hello summer: travels with Lyme Disease
After the phone call, I realized that our pediatrician had an approach, a way of talking about a delicate subject that he had used many times before. After ten years […]
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 […]
Heads up: The Maniacal Traveler is coming!
This winter, renaming my blog has been on my t0-do list. “Random History and Offbeat Trivia” was always a placeholder for me, a starting point, since I firmly believe that […]
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 […]