Back to work everyone! I am at work to begin a glorious work week. It has not started out glorious. We cannot work here at Sikorsky because of an accident involving water downstairs. Something about a dangerous chemical. Anyway everyone has nothing better to do than sit around and call me crazy because I went on another camping trip.
Well I got news for you folks. Your fucking crazy … You have built up technology and comfort to hide your own short inadequacies as a mammal on this planet. If they dropped you off in a forest most of you would die in about two weeks. Eat that for breakfast!
Laundry Day and Lens Play: A Photographer’s Saturday
Today’s story is about the balancing act between passions and responsibilities, a dance we all know too well. Let’s dive in!
This morning, I embraced my inner shutterbug, diving into the world of photography. Imagine this: a camera in hand, eyes scouting for that perfect shot, fingers adjusting the focus. There’s something magical about capturing moments in time, freezing them in frames to be cherished forever.
But as the clock ticked, I realized it wasn’t just about the camera clicks today. It was chore day, and my laundry basket wasn’t going to tackle itself. So, with a heart full of artistic satisfaction and a camera loaded with fresh memories, I made my way to the laundry mat. Picture this: rows of washing machines, the rhythmic hum of dryers, and me, amidst it all, sorting colors from whites, lost in my thoughts.
While the clothes spun and tumbled, I took a moment to share my day’s work online. Posting those pictures felt like sending pieces of my world out into the digital universe. It’s exciting, isn’t it? Waiting for friends and strangers alike to view, rate, and comment on your photographs. Each notification, a nod to your creative spirit.
So, as I fold my freshly laundered clothes, I can’t help but smile. Today was a blend of the mundane and the magnificent. From the artistic pursuit of photography to the simple, satisfying task of laundry, it’s days like these that remind us of life’s varied palette.
And hey, to all of you taking a peek at my photos – don’t be shy to drop a comment or a like. Your feedback is the cherry on top of a well-spent day!
There’s something electric happening in Nottingham, England, and it’s not just the bright lights or the bustling streets. It’s on the ice, where the Panthers, Nottingham’s pride, are rewriting the script of ice hockey, thanks to a hero named Nick Sundberg.
In a game that had fans at the edge of their seats, Sundberg stood like a wall against the Devils’ onslaught. The match started with the Devils coming out flying, but Sundberg was ready. He made some incredible early saves, showcasing his agility and sharp reflexes. Shots from Matulik and Vezio Sacratini? Blocked. Marc Cadotte’s attempt thwarted by Cugnet? Sundberg was there, a guardian of the goal.
But not all heroes have it easy. In a moment that had hearts racing, the Devils managed to sneak a goal past Sundberg. Dennis Maxwell got a shot away, and despite Sundberg’s initial save, the puck slipped over the line. A fumble, yes, but did that deter our hero? Absolutely not.
What followed was a display of sheer determination and skill. Sundberg pulled out a monumental catch on Patterson, a moment that will be etched in the memories of Panthers fans for years to come. It was a testament to his focus and spirit, the qualities that make a great athlete.
So, here’s to Nick Sundberg, Nottingham’s ice guardian. Your resilience and skill are an inspiration to many. Good luck in your next game. We know you’ll be there, standing tall, ready to defend the Panthers’ honor.
I wanted to go to Greylock for a hike on Saturday but only could muster a trip to Sleeping Giant. It was the usual route straight up the ridge. I wanted to climb to the second ridge but decided against it because the shadows of the previous would not be goo for my sunset pictures. I was hanging out on the ledge when I started to read a piece of graffiti scratched onto a rock. It said, “I think I saw a Halk”. Yep, I laughed at it because of how hawk was spelled. Suddenly a hawk or a falcon flew right up to me then landed on a ledge below. It was really freaky. I had connected with that author. My question is What is the difference between a hawk and a falcon? How do you tell them apart?
Red tail hawk.
Funny thing is that the rock I stood upon was a saying scratched into it, “I think I saw a halk”.
This Christmas took a turn for the unexpected when I found myself in Yuma, Arizona. Unlike the usual winter wonderlands, Yuma offered a warm embrace under the Arizona sun. The journey there was an adventure in itself – a blend of air travel and a road trip, each offering their unique vistas and experiences.
The purpose of my visit was bittersweet. My dad was in the hospital battling cancer, a reality that casts a shadow over the festive season. Yet, amidst these challenging times, there were moments of tranquility and reflection. The hospital visits, though emotionally taxing, were interspersed with the simple pleasure of renting movies – a small yet significant escape from reality.
In between these moments, I managed to explore the surrounding areas of Yuma. Armed with my camera, I captured the essence of this unique part of Arizona. The landscape, so different from the snowy scenes often associated with Christmas, had a beauty of its own. The photos, now available in the Photography section of the blog, are a testament to Yuma’s serene and rugged charm.
This Christmas was a reminder that joy, sorrow, beauty, and pain often coexist. It was a time of family, resilience, and the unexpected beauty found in a desert town during the holidays.
Last night’s adventure at Greylock wasn’t exactly what I’d call a success, but boy, did it turn into a learning experience! There I was, at the trailhead around 8 PM, questioning my sanity. It was a frosty -9 degrees, feeling more like -15 at the summit. Despite the freezing temps, the full moon and the allure of a winter night hike nudged me to gear up.
Initially, I had no intention of staying overnight. Yet, the beauty of the climb under the moon’s glow was irresistible. I found myself setting up a base camp, with my faithful dog Marcy by my side, deciding to make a day of it before reconsidering another night under the stars.
Lesson 1: The Forgotten Dog Food Dilemma
Imagine realizing you’ve forgotten your dog’s food in such frosty conditions! It’s essential for both pooches and people to eat well to keep warm. I had to improvise, sharing my jerky and nuts with Marcy. This oversight meant cutting our trip short, with just a day’s hike to the summit planned.
Lesson 2: The Lumpy Bed Saga
Who knew pitching a tent on deep snow could be so uncomfortable? I thought it would be like sleeping on a cloud, but it was more like resting on a pile of gym balls. Next time, I’ll be clearing a level area for a smoother sleep.
Lesson 3: The Not-So-Cozy Sleeping Bag
Borrowing a sleeping bag that’s lost its -30 rating is a no-go in such cold. Also, size matters! With water, food, and clothes inside for thawing, I barely fit in. I woke up an hour later, freezing, with my lips burning and feet numb. Poor Marcy was shivering too. We knew then it was time to make a hasty retreat.
Lesson 4: The Oversized Pack to the Rescue
My boots were frozen solid, and I realized we were skirting an emergency. Thank goodness for the oversized pack, which allowed me to stuff everything in hurriedly. It was a struggle, but it meant not leaving anything behind on the mountain.
Back home, safe and sound, I’m already planning another attempt. This time, with a stove, thermos, a suitable bag, a 4-season tent, and, most importantly, a neck gator. Tonight, it’s back to Greylock, hoping for some stunning sunset and moon pictures.
Guess what, folks? This weekend is gearing up to be an epic one. I’m talking about diving headfirst into a winter wonderland with an extreme camping and pack trip over Massachusetts’ four highest mountains. Yes, you heard that right. Extreme weather, extreme adventure!
As I write this on a crisp Friday morning, the thrill of the unknown is palpable. The weather forecast screams ‘extreme,’ so there’s a bit of a question mark hanging over the overnight part of the trip. But hey, that’s what makes it an adventure, right?
This week at work has been a journey in itself. Diving into a new project has had its ups and downs, but I’m coming out feeling more confident and ready for whatever the mountains throw at me.
Looking ahead, next weekend’s plans are already shaping up to be just as exciting. I’m eyeing some snowshoes for a climb up Mansfield in Vermont. And yes, you guessed it – another overnighter, this time in Burlington. It’s all about embracing the winter, one snowflake at a time.
Starry Skies and Snowy Peaks – My Mount Greylock Overnight Adventure
It was January 8, 2004. A chilly Thursday with a forecast that promised mostly clear skies but a shivering low of -10. What better way to embrace this frosty charm than an overnighter at Mount Greylock, the highest peak in Massachusetts? With a heart full of anticipation and a backpack brimming with essentials, I embarked on an adventure that promised more than just a breathtaking sunrise.
A Journey Steeped in History and Nature
Mount Greylock isn’t just a mountain; it’s a mosaic of stories, art, and inspiration. Acclaimed by Massachusetts’ first state park, it has cradled the creativity of legends like Herman Melville and Henry David Thoreau. Imagine standing atop its 3,491 feet, gazing at the panorama that stretches across five states! This thought alone fueled my excitement as I drove towards Hopper Road parking area under a starlit sky.
The Nighttime Ascent
Arriving at night, I found the Hopper Trail welcoming me into its snowy embrace. My plan was simple – camp at the campgrounds near the trail’s summit. But with the likelihood of snowmobilers filling up the space, I was prepared to seek refuge in the hut on the northwest side of the summit.
Capturing the First Light
Before dawn, I readied my camera, eager to capture the first light breaking over the horizon. The anticipation was palpable. As the sky slowly transformed from a dark canvas into a riot of colors, I clicked away, immortalizing moments that words could hardly describe.
The Descent Through a Winter Wonderland
The return journey promised a scenic hike via Mount Fitch, Mount Williams, and Mount Prospect. Each step was a dance with nature, every breath a story in itself. The pristine white snow, the crisp mountain air, and the occasional wildlife sighting made this hike a memorable one.
The Unforgettable Takeaway
As I reached my car, legs tired but spirit invigorated, I knew this adventure was more than just a night spent on a mountain. It was a testament to the beauty and resilience of nature, a reminder of the tiny yet significant space we occupy in this vast universe.
Last night’s adventure took me to Bear Mountain, Connecticut’s loftiest peak. While it’s no Everest, the challenge was real – especially with a twist of freezing rain and treacherous ice.
It was an evening hike, but what made it special wasn’t just the destination. It was my new gear – a Petzl Tikka headlamp. This isn’t just any headlamp. It’s LED-powered, a beacon in the darkness, turning night into day. Running on mere AAA batteries for about 100 hours, it’s a game-changer.
Navigating the ice-covered rocks at the summit was a test of skill and caution. The headlamp, a reliable companion, lit up the path, transforming the treacherous terrain into a playground of shadows and light.
I’m already plotting more nocturnal adventures. Perhaps I’ll get a Tikka for Marcy too. With these lights, we could ‘own the night,’ exploring trails and peaks under the starry sky. The thought itself is exhilarating.
Stay tuned for more tales, including my upcoming trip to Yuma. The journey continues, and with my trusty new gear, the possibilities are endless.
Ah, Monday! The inevitable return after a weekend bustling with activity. This weekend was a whirlwind, balancing the practical with the adventurous, and I have to say, it was time well spent.
Saturday kicked off with some dedicated time on my website, followed by sorting out my finances. The recent trip back home to Arizona left a noticeable dent in my budget, but such is the price for memorable experiences. Yet, the day wasn’t all about numbers and screens. By evening, I found my escape on the trails of Sleeping Giant. The climb was rejuvenating, and Marcy, ever the eager companion, was thrilled to be out. We even caught some breathtaking sunset views, a perfect end to a productive day.
Sunday, the domestic day, started with the usual – laundry and grocery shopping. But it wasn’t all mundane. I went on a quest for a new headlamp, exploring various adventure stores, and indulged in some leisurely browsing at bookstores – my kind of relaxation. The day culminated with a hike up Bear Mountain. Yes, I guess you could say I’ve been on the move.
It’s weekends like these that remind me balance is key. A blend of duty, passion, and a bit of adventure is the recipe for a fulfilling life. Here’s to many more weekends of being ‘on the move’!
Good morning everyone just got home from a all night “swarray”. I am planning to go on a pack trip this evening and spend the night on Bear Mountain, CT’s highest peak. The weather is nasty, so I expect some challenges. First off, I must do my finances and I suspect that I am in the red. Life is short, so screw budgets; Time to fly.
Ah, the weekend! That magical time when the world seems to pause, inviting us to break free from the mundane. Your recent escapade to Burlington, Vermont, with your friend Paul, paints a picture of warmth, laughter, and memorable moments. Soup and coffee – the fuel of soulful conversations – and a New Year’s celebration at the Vermont Pub and Brewery, what a way to bid adieu to the old and usher in the new!
Now, with the echoes of that joyous night still lingering, you find yourself on the cusp of another adventure – climbing Bear Mountain. The thrill of planning, the anticipation of the climb, the lure of the summit. It’s like a call to arms for every adventurer at heart.
But wait, there’s a twist in this tale! The exhaustion from your gear hunt at EMS, coupled with the need to wrap up all your chores tonight, sets the stage for a classic race against time. It’s the kind of challenge that adds a zesty flavor to life’s experiences, isn’t it?
Imagine the serene beauty of Bear Mountain, its trails winding through the lush landscape, beckoning you to conquer its heights. There’s something about the mountains that whispers promises of peace and exhilaration, all wrapped in one. The very thought of reaching the summit, with the world spread out below, is enough to make one’s heart race with excitement.
So here you are, standing at the threshold of another adventure, your spirit undeterred by the weariness that tugs at your bones. This is what weekends are made for – to seek, to explore, to conquer.
Before you embark on this quest, let’s make sure you’re armed with all the right tools and information. Here are some resources to enhance your day:
Bear Mountain Trails Guide: A comprehensive guide to the trails of Bear Mountain, perfect for planning your climb.
EMS Gear Essentials: Find the last-minute gear you might need for your adventure.
Remember, every mountain climbed is not just a physical conquest but a story etched in the heart. Here’s to a weekend of adventure, of reaching new heights, both literally and metaphorically. Happy climbing! 🏔️🚶♂️🌄
The season of joy, family gatherings, and, unfortunately, the common cold! My sister’s house has been bustling with more than just holiday preparations – it seems every little one has caught a bug. Yet, through the sniffles and coughs, they managed to have a delightful Christmas, proving that a bit of illness can’t steal the festive spirit.
Happy New Year to them! I’m sending all my warm wishes for a speedy recovery. Family is the heart of the holidays, and they’ve shown that even under the weather, they can make the best of it. Do check out my sister’s blog to see how they turned sick days into a memorable holiday season! 🌟🎄
I’m all set for the return journey, bags packed and anticipation in the air. Today was a day of quiet moments, keeping company with dad who’s still feeling under the weather from his soreness. In these slow hours, I found solace in a brisk run and captured the essence of our surroundings through my lens. Stay tuned, as I’ll be sharing the visual story of Yuma, Arizona, in just a few days.
The adventure continues tomorrow with a day dedicated to traversing the skies. My route maps out from the sunny stretches of Denver, weaving through the bustling streets of Chicago, and culminating in the familiar embrace of Hartford. A small hiccup in the plan: while I’ll reclaim my car, my loyal canine companion will have to wait until Wednesday for our reunion.
As the stars take their place in the night sky, I sign off. Goodnight, and stay tuned for more tales from the road!
Resources to Enhance Your Day:
Discover Denver: Denver’s Hidden Gems – Explore the lesser-known treasures of Denver.
My dad Fred is finally out of the hospital. As you all know he was found to have cancer in the colon. They cut it out and now have informed us that they found traces of cancer in four of the lymph nodes that was removed with the section of the colon. The first week of January he will meet with a specialist to receive kemo therapy. He is ready to do battle and the doctors says that he has a 50/50 chance of winning. I know that we all are supporting!
Yuma’s Warm Embrace: A Journey Through Challenge and Hope
Greetings, dear readers. As I prepare for my journey back to Connecticut, my thoughts linger on the warm, sunny days in Yuma, Arizona. This trip, though unplanned, became a testament to resilience and hope.
My days in Yuma revolved around my father, a warrior in his own right, battling cancer. Despite the gravity of his illness, his spirits remained high, and every day he seemed to grow a bit stronger. The doctors informed us that they found traces of cancer in four lymph nodes removed with a section of the colon. The battle continues as he gears up for chemotherapy, facing a 50/50 chance of victory. Yet, there’s an air of determination and support surrounding him【8†source】.
Amidst this personal challenge, I found solace in the small things – watching movies, capturing the essence of Yuma through my camera lens, and cherishing the time spent with my dad. But, life often throws curveballs, and this trip was no exception. The expenses tripled what I had anticipated, putting a strain on my budget. Yet, these financial burdens paled in comparison to the emotional journey of supporting a loved one through a health crisis.
As I booked my rental car to Phoenix for my departure, I reflected on the resilience and love that filled these days in Yuma. The warmth of the city was not just in its climate, but in the moments spent with my father, fighting a tough battle with grace and courage.
Hey there, fellow adventurers! Your favorite blogger here, caught in the whirlwind of another unexpected journey. Today’s tale? A mad dash to Yuma, with a pinch of tech troubles and a whole lot of hope.
So, picture this: I’m all set to update you on my latest escapades, and boom! My website decides to play hide and seek. Yep, it’s down again. But hey, isn’t that just the spice of life? Just when you think you’ve got it all sorted, the universe throws a curveball.
Now, I’m racing out the door, Yuma-bound. Why Yuma, you ask? Well, that’s a story for another post. Let’s just say it involves sun, sand, and a surprise I can’t wait to share. But for now, the clock’s ticking, and I’m typing this on the go.
I hope this post reaches you. If not, no sweat – it’s all part of the adventure. And speaking of adventures, this one’s got me running later than a rabbit in a hat-trick.
Wish me luck, folks! I’ll need it. And hey, if you happen to stumble upon this post, consider it a little treasure in the vast sea of the internet. Till next time, keep exploring, stay curious, and remember: the best stories often begin with a little chaos.
Back to work everyone! I am at work to begin a glorious work week. It has not started out glorious. We cannot work here at Sikorsky because of an accident involving water downstairs. Something about a dangerous chemical. Anyway everyone has nothing better to do than sit around and call me crazy because I went on another camping trip.
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