I don’t normally get all weak at the knees when hiking along the edge of a steep drop-off. But pretty much all the high-wire hiking I’ve done in the past was relegated to the mountains, where steep slopes offer downcast views of distant rock and miniature trees. Here, the cliff bottoms out in a chaos of churning seas. White water writhes and crashes against black rock. The bottom is close, in turmoil, and terribly hostile. Perhaps the unfamiliarity of the view is what unnerves me most at the edge of this seaside cliff.
- A Walk Around Loughton
- Time has been flying past me and I can’t seem to catch up. The summer was filled with a hankering to drop all responsibilities and just go back to Maui.
- This caliber of cold takes some getting used to. I thought I would ease myself into it by going for a short ten-minute walk to get acclimated to the arctic air.
- Snow Day
- It snowed last night and most of today and although the total accumulation didn’t top two inches, it made everything look wonderfully white. It also screwed up traffic across the midlands.