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Whether prowling local woods, exploring the Mojave desert, or climbing our beloved Berkshire Mountains, we like to roam—and invite you to join us.

Elmer’s Bottle Tree Ranch

One of the best surprises on our trip to the desert was our stop at Elmer's Bottle Tree Ranch about a half hour outside of Barstow. As we pulled up to park along the side of the highway it didn't look very big, but it seemed to magically grow the minute we stepped in...

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Meeting Bette Davis

We went to New York this past weekend. For the first time in a long time, it was purely for pleasure. No meetings. No presentations. Just the six of us (Iggy came along) and the open road. Approximately four hours later, we arrived in Brooklyn, the Freedom Tower...

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Back to Where I’m From

Back to Where I’m From

When people ask me where I'm from, I always pause for a moment before answering. Usually, they're only looking for a word or two. The name of a place to file away with my own, a way of locating me in their broader universe, along with the color of my hair and the fact...

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The Last Three Days in Guatemala

The Last Three Days in Guatemala

I have been putting off this final installment of our Guatemala adventures, in part because I do not want them to end. But there is a stack of photos and a swirling mass of memories. I must put them together before time steals the details from me. On our last full day...

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The Big Reveal

Last year on December 28, Robbi woke me at 5:00am, put me in the car, and drove me to the airport. We flew to Los Angeles to begin a 10-day adventure in the Desert Southwest. December 18 happened to be my 40th birthday. In the wake of said odyssey, Robbi made me swear...

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Catching Up

Catching Up

This will be one of those not-short posts. Because life has been ongoing while I have not been telling you about it. I'll try to limit the volume of words so as not to disrupt the narrative continuity as you ignore them in favor of the pictures. We'll start with a...

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Good Old New England

I spent most of the past two weeks at my desk writing stuff from dawn to dusk without a single interruption. Did I miss Robbi and the kids? In the way that one misses snowfall in the middle of summer. By the end of two weeks, the summer had worn thin. I had written...

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To the Mountain

To the Mountain

It has become an annual ritual to drive out to the high point on the tundra, a surprisingly tall and steep hill on the bluff a few miles from our compound. We found a nice day with no fishing and gassed up the four wheelers for the trek. If you are not in the know,...

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Rainbow(s) on the Tundra

Rainbow(s) on the Tundra

Our very first evening on the tundra, about an hour after we arrived at our cabin on the bluff, mere moments after finishing our heaping plates of spaghetti, we were sitting at the table when we heard someone gasp. Robbi's brother or sister, I think. We wondered what...

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