Published May 1, 2010.
By Thomas Gerencer on May 1, 2010
Everywhere you step is like a sodden sponge, and the rivers flow black and deep and cold and angry; curvilinear, chaotic.
By Ron Chase on May 1, 2010
For a special few, extreme skiing on Mount Washington has been a rite of spring for nearly 80 years.
By Joe Wright on May 1, 2010
I get itchy each April to get upta camp.
By Ryan Roberts on May 1, 2010
If we made it, we could maybe even make it to a hotel room in Marathon. If we didnʼt, weʼd end up on youTube…
By Scott Phair on May 1, 2010
River guides tell stories. Some of the stories are true, some are embellished and a few are just plain made up fairy tales.
By Eli Simon on May 1, 2010
Slow and steady, we swap leads and push upward, encountering more rock than ice which proves to be difficult with crampons.
By Amy Joy Glidden on May 1, 2010
We turned from Riverside Street to a baseball field across from Outer Forest’s Ave”s Hannaford. We parked at the trailhead for Riverside Trolley Park.
“We are going hiking,” I told my son Gabriel, transferring him for his carseat to his stroller. It had been a long time since I’d gone hiking, and I was eager to [...]
By Hutch Brown on May 1, 2010
We were in China for a 120 mile river trip, and though the Yalong Jiang– a major tributary to the Yangtzee– is in a very remote region, there were people everywhere. The river valley was riddled with villages, foot bridges draped with prayer flags, and horse trails connecting them all. Sometimes the villages would be [...]
By Cheryl Daigle on May 1, 2010
At a boat landing provided by the Hirundo Wildlife Refuge on Pushaw Stream in Old Town, my husband and I prepare for our second paddling trip of the year. Our daughter, Wren, is in front of the truck, fighting a bit of a cold but gamely ready to join us in the canoe. There is [...]
By Natasha Nowakowski Craig on May 1, 2010
A year and a half ago, my husband, Matt, came home from a long day of selling cars in Portland, Oregon. He was tired and frustrated as the economy was on the verge of collapse. His long hours didn’t give him much time with our two young sons. The winters in the northwest were long [...]