When the bloom comes off the rose

Each week, I have conversations with people who claim to want to write a book. I listen carefully, not just to establish if I like an individual, which is necessary if I’m to take them on as a client; if I think the project would be interesting and teach me a thing or...
The Ski Patrol isn’t coming

The Ski Patrol isn’t coming

I break this post out every once in a while, not just when I’m in adventure mode, which I am, what with me being off in the Himalayas eating de-hi. (That’s short for dehydrated meals, which, I’ve got to say, have improved vastly since I began...
Another one of Walt’s death marches

Another one of Walt’s death marches

The adventure series continues. Let’s call this Part III. One Saturday several years ago, Walt and I decided to hike the Grand Canyon. We went down the South Kaibab trail to the bottom, meandered along the banks of the Colorado River, then headed back up to the...
I’d like to talk to you about my feet

I’d like to talk to you about my feet

Every once in a while, Walt gets it in his head that we need to climb another mountain. So, one week not so many years ago, that’s exactly what we did. Off to the Alps we went to climb Mount Blanc. Now I’ve mentioned before that I have mixed feelings when it comes to...
Those of us who tell the stories rule society

Those of us who tell the stories rule society

Over the upcoming holiday season, Walt and I will be trekking in Nepal. Oh, sure, some people choose the Bahamas when they want to unwind, us, not so much. We’re all about yaks and tents and pooping in a bucket because, well, that’s just how we roll....