Tag: Alpine Skiing
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Sometimes Snow
Such a privilege spending time in the snow, in the mountains, skiing with my bride and my nephews. Sometimes snow is a gentle reminder to venture outdoors with people who make us feel alive. Sometimes snow challenges plans,bumps logistics,and fiddle bowsanxietiesinto brokenshards of glass.Sometimes snowfalls thick and fastin the steep woodsday after daygentling rocksand fallen…
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Favorite Sports: Top 5
What are your favorite sports to watch and play? It’s probably pretty clear to you that Susan and I enjoy an active (preferably outdoor) lifestyle. Sports are a big part of that. And outdoor sports were central to our original decision to swap NYC for Essex back in 2006. So today’s Bloganuary prompt has pretty…
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Play Daily
From our first fanciful forays — pipe dreaming and what-iffing — Rosslyn represented for Susan and for me an opportunity to play more. Or so we imagined back in 2005 and 2006 as we slowly talked each other into a monumental life change. Although fantasy and reality haven’t overlapped exactly the way we conceived, most…
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Winter Solstice: Longer Days Ahead
Welcome to day one of the Adirondack Coast‘s coldest season. Today is the winter solstice, the first official day of winter, and — more importantly for the likes of my mother and others who favor longer days and shorter nights — the threshold between the briefest day and the most prolonged night and imperceptibly-but-steadily lengthening…
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Leaping & Untethering
In the spring and summer of 2006, when Susan and I took a leap of faith and made the decision to pursue Rosslyn as our future home, it was apparent to both of us that we were biting off considerably more than we could chew. Dream big. Dream a little bigger. And then leap! From…
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We could live at Rosslyn
“We could live at Rosslyn,” I said. “What?” Susan sounded startled. “You mean buy Rosslyn and live there?” “Why not? If we lived there, if it were going to be our home instead of just an investment, maybe we could justify buying it.” We had joked about how much time and money it would take…
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Almost Logical
Within minutes we were tripping over each other, drunk with excitement, imagining one whimsical “What if…” scenario after another. No filter, no caution. Our reveries flitted from one idyllic snapshot to another. “What if I finally sat down and finished my novel?” After dawdling self indulgently for a dozen years – writing, rewriting, discarding, rewriting,…