Back in New Hampshire, I was psyched to do some climbing at what could be considered my home crag- Rumney Rocks. I grew up 20 minutes from Rumney and have many best friends who actually grew up IN the village of Rumney (can you believe it?!?). It is where I climbed outdoors for the first … More Rumney Rocks and Injuries
The sunlight dappled through the beech trees as I twisted my foot back and forth on the rock ledge, inching my toes slowly to the right, closer to the chained anchors at the top of the climb. The humidity of June was heavy that day at Rumney Rocks, and my already sweaty hands struggled to … More Learning to Fall (and Other Cliched Crap)
So I went for a walk in the woods for an hour, in the dark, by myself, and guess what? I SURVIVED. … More Singing to the Zombie-Werewolf
March 26th, 2016 When I studied abroad in the Fall of 2011, I took a train tour from Italy, through Austria, the Czech Republic, Germany, France and Spain. Along the way, I routinely relied on the kindness of strangers (and friends) to help me in times of need. I learned how to make friends of … More Rumney Rocks: Rediscovering Home
We started the hike bright eyed and bushy tailed…. … More Carr Mountain, aka Mt Humblepie
Staying inside has become a pathetically difficult thing for me to achieve these days. … More Rattlesnake Sunset
New Hampshire has a bunch of different groups popping up that are working to collect pieces of land for conservation purposes. … More Rumney Pleasures
That title sounds like I’m waxing poetic about cheese. I guess that would be “stilton.”- Don’t get me wrong, I could absolutely wax poetic about cheese, but I won’t today. One of the many reasons I love to go up Stinson Mtn in Rumney is because of its old growth birch groves. It’s really difficult … More Stinson on a Cold Tuesday
