Blood Runs Free

If I could drink but one cocktail for the rest of my life, it would be the Old Fashioned.  In part because I love it, but also because an Old Fashioned can be made 1,000 different ways (and no, that’s not cheating).  The Old Fashioned is beautiful in its simplicity, elegant in its flexibility.  Just three ingredients—spirits, sweet,… Read More »

The Highlight Reel: 02-08 January

Four-day weeks, how I love thee.  Well, except when the first day back is marred by food poisoning.  At least I got in a successful interval run session before the Stomach Suffering set in. Aside from going home sick at 11:00 Tuesday morning, this was a remarkably unremarkable week.  I was fully recovered by the following day, enough… Read More »

New Year, New Goals

In terms of achieving stated goals, 2016 was something less than a resounding success.  Apart from improving my squat and climbing as much of Mt. Rainier as was safely possible, I didn’t tick off too many items.  That said, I generally consider the year a success.  Developing in my new career demanded more attention and time… Read More »

The Drunken Punkin

With holiday parties and Thanksgiving dinners come autumn cocktails.  Two years ago, it was Spiked & Spiced Apple Cider. Last year, apple cider sangria. Not wanting to do apple three times in a row, my mind immediately went to pumpkin.  Pumpkin pie, specifically.  Feeling creative, I decided to forego a recipe and trust my taste buds.  The end… Read More »

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Muir Seminar, Day Three: Help! I’ve Fallen and I Can’t Get Up!

Night two in the hut was somewhat more restful than the first.  Sleeping through the emphysema-like noises remained difficult, but my second attempt at a reasonably comfortable clothing-pillow was better than the first.  Still ample room for improvement.  Still two more days to get it right. Our morning routine was the same as the previous day: quiet hours until… Read More »

Muir Seminar, Day Two: Learning to Walk

My first night in the cabin was fairly restless.  Efforts to make something resembling a pillow from my parka and other assorted clothes proved largely unsuccessful, so I was unable to assume my usual side-sleeper position.  Efforts to drown out others’ snoring with my iPod proved similarly fruitless—I remain convinced that someone in the cabin has emphysema… Read More »

Five Days on the Mountain

A couple of years ago, my friend and I “climbed” Mt. Whitney, the tallest peak in the lower 48.  While a decidedly long and strenuous trek, it wasn’t mountaineering in the true sense—there was nothing technically demanding, no specific skill required.  So when said friend inquired about climbing the slightly shorter but heavily glaciated Mt.… Read More »

The Highlight Reel: 08-14 August

The Dog Days of Summer.  As in the “hot as a dog” or “sweating like a dog” sense, not in the literal “Sirius rises with the Sun” sense. Yeah, it was one of those weeks. From Tuesday evening onward, I generally dreaded the thought of going outside. So I more or less did not. Our plan to attend… Read More »