A View of Your Own: Traversing the Wantatisquet-Monadnock Trail

Published in Backpacker, October 2018.…

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Going for the Win

Published in Sailing, January/February 2018.…

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I Ran the 2017 Millinocket Marathon (and Survived).

Somewhere around mile eight, an angel appeared. She was manning a water station and appeared to be holding a sign. As my tired legs brought me closer, I saw she was also handing out candy bars. The sign came into full focus: “WORST PARADE EVER,” it read. I downed the…

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An Obligatory Story About Katahdin; a Beer Run; the Summit at Dawn.

Thousands of people hike Mount Katahdin in Maine each year, so much so that Baxter State Park—of which Katahdin is included—throttles admission to it in an attempt to keep it pristine. If you’re from Maine, Katahdin represents a nadir, a rite of passage, a reason to stretch…

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The Winter Summit

Mike Blanchard started hiking in junior high school. Guidance counselors there had started an outing club, and one of the excursions was a hike up Mount Katahdin, Maine’s highest peak at 5,267 feet. The trips became a regular thing, and he liked it. After junior high Blanchard kept…

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Adventure is out there.

This first appeared as the Editor's Note in Maine Outdoors & Adventure, Fall/Winter 2017. I think it sums up my attitude toward the concept of "adventure" nicely. Since I've had a few people ask about it, it is reprinted here in its unedited form. It’s easy to get…

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Muddled Meanderings: How books about outhouses changed my life

Every Sunday when I was a kid, my mother would drag me to Enfield, Maine to visit with my great-grandmother. Enfield is probably the most boring place in the world for a preteen—isolated, sleepy, heavily wooded but with no real discernible features. Barely even a television set. At a…

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Deboullie Public Reserved Land, Maine

I followed the moose in my truck for about ten minutes. I had seen a doe about five miles back, and she had ducked into the woods pretty quickly when my truck came around the corner. Not so with the moose—it stood there staring at me for a good…

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Schoodic Beach, Donnell Pond Public Reserved Land

With my wife in China and my oldest daughter staying at a friend’s camp at Duck Pond, I found myself with a (mostly) empty house. I took it as an opportunity to bring my youngest daughter camping. The forecast wasn’t great. It looked to be overcast and drizzly…

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Crocker, S. Crocker, and Redington: Three peaks and (kind of) a bushwhack

I could just as easily call this trek “Five Peak Summits to Bag Three.” My wife called it the “Crocker Three-Way,” which is probably a more enticing and salacious title if you’re into that sort of thing. I’ve been picking off the list of Maine’s 4,000…

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