The whole kneeling trailing figure was coming around in a beautiful right curve, crouching, the legs shot forward and back, the poles accenting the curves like points of light, all in a wild cloud of snow. - part two of E. H. "Cross Country Snow"
Nothing in the outdoors beats a beautiful view after a long slog up to the top. This section of the Journal will show photo vistas of lots of wonderful spots.
Franconia Brook Slog
Written by David Flinn
Tuesday, 02 September 2008 17:02
The Labor day weekend was beckoning and the skies were blue and while the beach was a main draw, something about heading to the mountains won out. Most of my over night adventures were in other places like the West, the Adirondacks, Kenya, and India, so I figured it was time to visit New Hampshires woods.
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A short video showing the Franconia Brook trail.
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It was a cloudy day (again) in Scotland. This time in the town of Callander, a quaint but nice town in the gateway to the Trossachs, the first Scottish national park. The B&B we stayed in was the Crags Inn, but not a climber's place, but the name was right. Tomorrow was all about Glen Coe.
Ben Nevis has always been an attraction for me. Years of reading about Hammish McInnes and the other Scottish mountaineers and all their escapades on the crag called Ben. I was nearby, so I had to visit...
It was a cold and blustery day, back on January 6, 1983, as Paul Stankiewicz and I headed up to Smuggler's Notch. While the Adirondacks was our training ground, we trundled across Lake Champlain to indulge in the Bulge.
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