Conquering Mountains (even the little ones)
I am no mountain runner, nor do I pretend to be. Yet I am constantly humbled by mountains, and find myself wandering through them, eager to know them, whenever I am able. It has been a goal of mine to become a Saranac Lake 6er ever since first summiting Baker Mountain, the lowest elevation of the six, with my SIL Chenelle back in 2014. While I’ve hiked
Crisis of Identity
The year: 2009. The place: Hot Topic. The person: Me. I gazed in reverent silence at the decidedly irreverent graphics adorning tees in a variety of colors: black, darker black, and maybe–there’s-a-tinge-of-gray-if-I-squint-my-eyes. Metal studded belts and bracelets, slogans extolling activities which would have gotten me grounded through eternity should I participate, and a healthy dose of posters with more skulls than a graveyard. It looked like the devil
