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City and Colo(u)r- Forgive Me



Yes yes yes.

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I went into the mountains, today, for the first time since last October. Revisiting Old Rag. 3,300’, an East coast legend.
I feared that the trip would rekindle memories of our first ascent. By chance, I arrived at a different parking lot and traversed the back-side of the mountain, seeing the earth-form from a completely different vantage point.
The sky was mostly clear, but the clouds steamed over the mountain peaks with ferocity. Wind wiped my skin dry, and threatened to take my pack, and empty tuna fish can, off the shear ledge.
Sometimes I feel like the mountain. Serene, and unbridled by turbulence. Other times, I’m lashed with memories, fond and fatal, or regrets, and questions of the reality of this thing.  
When those winds do happen to pass, I settle into the knowledge that change is constant; everything is everything.
But that doesn’t mean it is easy.

I went into the mountains, today, for the first time since last October. Revisiting Old Rag. 3,300’, an East coast legend.

I feared that the trip would rekindle memories of our first ascent. By chance, I arrived at a different parking lot and traversed the back-side of the mountain, seeing the earth-form from a completely different vantage point.

The sky was mostly clear, but the clouds steamed over the mountain peaks with ferocity. Wind wiped my skin dry, and threatened to take my pack, and empty tuna fish can, off the shear ledge.

Sometimes I feel like the mountain. Serene, and unbridled by turbulence. Other times, I’m lashed with memories, fond and fatal, or regrets, and questions of the reality of this thing.  

When those winds do happen to pass, I settle into the knowledge that change is constant; everything is everything.

But that doesn’t mean it is easy.


I appreciate the cool breeze in my window, these summer nights.

Simplifying my life has brought a calmness I haven’t known in some time. I am remembering that I enjoy being alone. Not without somebody, but with myself.


The view from Pyramid, before the final climb to Gothics, ADK 46.

The view from Pyramid, before the final climb to Gothics, ADK 46.


'Do not go where the path may lead, go instead where there is no path and leave a trail.'

'Do not go where the path may lead, go instead where there is no path and leave a trail.'



These next few are from in and around Ithaca NY, my backyard…
Taughannock Falls - 215’. 33’ higher than Niagara Falls, and the tallest single drop waterfalls east of the Rockies.

These next few are from in and around Ithaca NY, my backyard…

Taughannock Falls - 215’. 33’ higher than Niagara Falls, and the tallest single drop waterfalls east of the Rockies.


I felt bad about never  having been to the Adirondacks, despite the fact that I’ve lived in New York for almost 25 years, so I decided to have a go at Gothics, only the 10th highest mountain in NY, but apparently one of the best hikes. It was 13 miles of straight up and down torture, with intense scrambling and border-line rock climbing, but the views from Pyramid and Gothics were worth it.


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handheld… full moon.

handheld… full moon.