It Stares Back
I’m not sure why
it seems more real
to stand at the edge
and look at what hell
we’re capable of Continue reading It Stares Back
I’m not sure why
it seems more real
to stand at the edge
and look at what hell
we’re capable of Continue reading It Stares Back
Before Taking Flight on Orla Perć… My Not Very Good Stay in Zakopane Orla Perć is known as the most difficult and dangerous hiking trail in Poland. According to Wikipedia more than 140 people have lost their lives on the route. For the 4.5km stretch of hiking/ scrambling/ climbing, that comes out to 31.11 people … Continue reading How to Survive Poland’s Most Dangerous Trail: It Starts With a Very Bad Stay in Zakopane (Part 1)
I tap the edge of the granite counter. Somewhere concrete poured in. The quarry was cornered. Choo choo trains were ridden to end of lines. I tossed salacious incendiaries like drilling hardline worries i.e., porcelain blemished with salt water stains, i.e., sagging ledges, a broken water main. Did you know you can turn a dead-and-gone loved one … Continue reading Geocidal
Why u no want climb w/ me? Continue reading Somebody Help Me! What’s the Super Secret Climber’s Handshake in Poland?!?
I did it, I did it, I did it! I am so stoked to receive my first piece of climbing gear to review for this blog from my brother who didn’t want them anymore. They are Scarpa Force X’s. Or maybe they are La Sportiva Katana (laces)…? Erm, no. Wait. No. They are assuredly Scarpa Force … Continue reading Gear Review: Used Scarpa X Climbing Shoes
We walked to the quarry and had our first talk of the end. She’d come to visit from Budapest and was staying for a long weekend. We’d last seen each other five weeks before and spent the ensuing time apart on separate continents. We left on good turns. Now we were back in Krakow and … Continue reading The Black Magic and Heart Break of Zakrzówek Quarry
Bucking bull chained.His dangling septum ring clangs,golden or iron-wrought,winged or Atlassian,8 seconds of madness thenunrecognizable sideways glances and…You, an unbroken linkcan trace your line inpuddle jumpers, layovers andtrans-Atlantic migrations, thatuprooting of plugs planted in new land,tilled before and after by handsthat clasped your own. Locked,intertwined, in bedaboard the Lusitania that lifesank, but you are firm.Grounded, … Continue reading Well, We Found Ourselves Here (Now What?)
Europe, Round 3, began as a non-start. I arrived at Logan on Saturday night nervous about the next leg of my trip. Terminal E is laid out in a long corridor, and I began distractedly searching for Primera Air to check in. I walked down the length of the counters, back and forth. No … Continue reading For the Sake of Self-Interest and Re: The Return to Europe
Pumpelly Trail is a White Mountains taster. It’s a mini-WM hike: The distance is a bit contracted, it’s less strenuous, and you don’t go as high up, but the ambiance and feel is all there. This gem is now one of my favorite hikes in the area. Mt. Monadnock is just over the border in … Continue reading A New Favorite: Mt. Monadnock’s Pumpelly Trail
I started to feel anxious in Lviv. The month-long stay was coming to an end and I didn’t know much more about the city than when I arrived. The only “museum” I visited was the masochism-themed bar, Masoch, eponymously named for Leopold von Sacher-Masoch, the 1800s Lviv author and sexual submissive (obviously). There … Continue reading The Delta Between Expectations and Reality: Anxiety in Lviv