Yes, where we go is important, but not nearly as important as who we share the journey with. Some traditions should be protected; ot...

Atticus M. Finch on Square Ledge with Agiocochook in the background. The notches can fool you, especially when winter comes for its a...

  The authentic journey is the one we're faced with. We’re feeling a bit like Sisyphus these days.   Every four weeks we start fr...

Atticus crossing an open ledge on Potash in the Sandwich Range. About a month ago, Atticus and I sat on the familiar steep rock ledg...

This afternoon I turned off my phone, turned up the music, plugged in my ear buds, and began to write this column about gratitude.  When ...

Will posing with a sketch of him by one of my favorite New Hampshire artists, Chris Garby. Well I fell down, down, down Into this da...

Jack Ryan would be happy with the hikes we’ve taken this week.   My father was mostly what’s known as a windshield tourist.   Whenever we...

The view from King's Peak. We woke up to thunder boomers as only the mountains can throw them, echoing from peak to peak and reve...

Atticus sitting on Chapel Rock watching the sunset. “Be scared. You can’t help that. But don’t be afraid. Ain’t nothing in the woods go...