A few weeks ago I had the extraordinary opportunity to direct a film about women exercising a vital American freedom, the right to choose with Windy Films and Planned Parenthood. Although it is very hard to believe that we are in a moment when progress could roll back, but the defense of women's reproductive health and choice stands in the hand's of two senators, Sen Susan Collins of Maine and Alaska's Sen Lisa Murkowski.Read More
I have spent the last weeks in shock, dumbfounded by intensity of the sadness and pain of loss I feel with Mia’s passing. I thought I had prepared for this, having spent so many years with her in ER’s and hospitals, she had been to more types of specialists and doctors in her short 6 years and 5 months with me than I have seen in 37 years. I used to expect her to pass on the regular, placing my hand on her curly blond torso for the rise and fall. This so familiar, from nights with pneumonia and chronic bronchitis, surgeries and unnamed scares, that when the breath went out of her the final time in the hospital I found myself utterly unable to fathom that her tiny body was truly still.
We had dodge death so many times, how did it finally catch us? And how had I been so unprepared to let her go when we lived so vibrantly with gratitude every day.Read More
I spent the last 10 days of July traversing Maine on a professional project, grabbing moments with the gorgeous landscape and great people. Some of the places were familiar to me from my college years, and years since exploring, but I explored so much new about the state, and so much more I want to return to explore more!Read More
Squirrel Island in Maine is one of those rare time capsules which remains outside time, allowing us all to relive our childhood golden moments again and again, as the next generation experiences them for the first time. Devoid of cars or reliable cell service, life slows to a walk and all things reconnect.Read More
After the African Spokes crew departed to the south of Windhoek to traverse Namibia's gravel roads on their way to South Africa I headed to Hohewarte Guest Farm for a few days, to slow down from the perpetual motion and reflect before I headed stateside.
I did not realize that this former Colonial Police Station and Post Office located on thousands of hectares of land at 1400meters above sea level would in itself be such a special experience.Read More
One of the greatest joys of cycling across southern Africa was camping. Camping out under the African nights, which gold colder the further south we went towards winter, in start contrast to the desert’s hot days. We wild camped some nights and other nights found ourselves in deluxe campgrounds with showers and cold beers.Read More
Days were measured in kilometers traveled, and wildlife spotted, and the butt pain meter. But most exciting was this day, and the 14 elephant day, including many babies, almost white from the salt pans. When we passed most they raised their trunks in unison, trying to figure out what we were, bicycles not being very familiar. For this reason we rode in packs when in elephant territory.Read More
Chobe National Park in Botswana is famed for its abundant wildlife, best seen from a water safari, and is an amazing region where Botswana, Namibia, Zambia and Zimbabwe all come together along the mighty Zambezi River - the only intersection of four countries in the world. This is one of many areas I hope to return to, and travel west across the Caprivi region of Namibia.Read More
Thoughts from Livingstone Zambia, and the start of Leg 4 of African Spokes, with Jen Gurecki and James Savage of Savage Wilderness.Read More
On a ride in upstate New York two collies sitting in the seat of a tractor caught my attention and I stopped to meet the pups, Massey and Fergie-named for the tractor they sat in, and their owner Richard, who invited me back to see the maple syrup making process.
Today Ron, Richard and friends from his paper mill days, as well as the new generation, showed me the age old process of boiling down maple syrup into the sweet sugary goodness.Read More
I am a major lover of all things winter-in truth my only non favorite New England season is spring (I know this is incorrect grammar, as well as an unpopular opinion) because around here it is mostly a long winter followed by mud season and a week of spring before summer.
But as the weeks tick down to my departure for Africa I must admit I am chaffing a bit against our weekly storms, and the indoor bike, although I owe Keith Kelly a huge debt of gratitude for the gear which has allowed me to ride many miles to high octane films in my dining room.Read More
I left the great snow of Montana for some skiing with friends in snow starved Utah, funny how snow droughts seem to flip. But great time in the mountains with friends is fun under any conditions.Read More
There is something quintessentially American about roadtripping, particularly when it is across the west. Throw in a good blizzard to clear the roads and flush out the wildlife and you have yourself an adventure.Read More
No winter is complete without time on the slopes with family and friends in Big Sky, ideally a whole lot of time. They call it Gods Country for a reason!Read More
Some people, okay most people, in New England complain about the weather, its one of the local hobbies. A way of engaging and connecting without actually sharing any personal information. But I adore winter, you just have to get out there and embrace the weather rather than hide from it. Then winter is yet another amazing season in New England!Read More
My father and I arrived at Portillo Hotel on a Saturday in July amid full blown arrivals and departures chaos in the chalet style hotel lobby which felt more reminiscent of summer camp than anything we had ever seen at a ski resort. Although my father had been following the snow forecasts closely for weeks in anticipation of our trip (it was one of the worst seasons on record) we knew little about the resort culturally, other than the obvious. Portillo has long Chilean heritage, as it was build in the 1940’s and sits at 9,450feet in the Andes roughly two hours from Santiago Chile, making it one of the prime southern hemisphere ski destinations in July – August, which usually is peak snow season.Read More
As someone who was on skis before she was out of diapers, skied every winter for 33 years, and raced on the D1 collegiate circuit, before relearning recreational enjoyment, I'd say I grew up on skis. (Oh and my middle name is literally snow.)
And was the mountains are one hell of a school to attend. I wouldn't trade it for the world.Read More