Category: Blog
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Trail By Error in the North Country 3rd Time’s the Charm: A Teaser of What’s Been and What’s to Come
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A comet ran out across the northern sky, going just a hair slower than expected, and I locked eyes with its arc, seeing myself reflected for the first time in years (if only for a moment) before it faded or fizzled out, going God-knows-where in the cosmos, leaving me behind…
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Good God Almighty – Grad School Ramblings
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It’s been a hot second since the last blog post and I unfortunately don’t think I’ll end up doing this autumn justice on Jackson’s Out There. Between grad school and working full time, I’d rather spend my spare time out there rather than writing Out There. Last night we hosted…
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Speech/Static/Silence – The Stateless knight Faces His Own Reflection
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And off it goes. An oversaturation of information drowns my mind and I can hardly conceive of myself in a vacuum let alone in context of the world swirling around me. The cross-country explorations of summer feel eons ago, reduced to photographs and the casual anecdote. I no longer laugh…
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Beach Bummin in the Banks
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Even endless summer can’t live up to its namesake as the future rolls on, closer, closer, until before you know it you’re in it. I came to Hatteras as an escape, a last gasp, in part I think to figure out what the hell I was even escaping from. My…
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Trail By Error in the North Country Redux: Endings, Beginnings, Epilogues, and Unofficial Prologues
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Come Friday, our muscles were weary, our eyes were baggy, and we were single-mindedly ready to engage in the universal American vacation activity – blatant consumerism. How else are others supposed to know you were where you were if there’s no stickers, no shirts, no knick knacks? To finish this…
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Trail By Error in the North Country Redux: Just Like a Ship
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The canoe – a majestic behemoth of a bygone era. Supplanted by kayaks, sups, rafts, packrafts, and the like, the North Country is one of the few places where the canoe stills reign supreme. Goddammit. I don’t have an inherent issue with the canoe, but paddling is a deeply personal…
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Trail By Error in the North Country Redux: Slip n Slide
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We finished out Sunday night back by the water, swimming, collecting big sticks, and skipping stones. It was then that I felt we set a true groove for the group, which would soon be necessary. Monday and Tuesday were set for a lengthy overnight backpacking excursion. Two days was the…
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Trail By Error in the North Country Redux: The Only Living Boy in New York
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Watching the sun rise through the slatted gaps in the blinds, an anxious restlessness came over me. I had to get out. But where to? Why was my social battery already dragging? To be fair it’s not like I was starting at 100%, it’d been an eventful past few weeks…
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Trail By Error in the North Country Redux: The Unrequited Dance of the Sun and Moon Grants Us Safe Passage to All Our Tomorrows
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And we were off. 4:30 AM I jolted up, three hours of sleep gathered to my side. It was going to be a long day, no sense in making it longer for a few more minutes on the front end. I blared some music, got myself dressed, the car packed,…
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Trail By Error in the North Country Redux: Preamble Ramble
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Visions from days yet to go by. Calling me forth once again, it’s time to return to the North Country. Without a single mile accounted for, we’ve been faced with our first obstacle – landslides in Avalanche Pass, blocking our original route to Lake Colden, but pay no mind, run-on…