Well said: “I’ve watched her push herself outside of her comfort zone to reach a goal. I’ve watched her little hands continue to hold on long after being torn and tired. I’ve watched her fail and get right back up like it never happened. I’ve watched her take the time to realize what she was doing isn’t working and find a way to make it work for her.”
Took advantage of a break in this summer’s rain and a cool morning for a hike up Owl’s Head in Keene with Patricia and Brigid. Signs confused some people, who parked on highway. But some others showed poor judgment, parking in ways that nearly cut off the private road, adding evidence for the landowner’s plan to close the trail.
Patricia and Brigid as we start our hike. The warning sign, which restricts hiking to weekdays, will eventually be replaced with a full closure.
The Owl’s Head trail is quite eroded.
From a wooded start, Owl’s Head turns rocky.
The summit of Owls Head is exposed and mostly bare.
Brigid and Patricia on the summit.
A popular rock climbing cliff can be top-roped from the summit.
No, we don’t have the grandeur of the Tetons or the rhythm of the seashore. But we do have startling beauty, wonderful access and a nature ethic that builds on a history recreation and family fun.
And I love being a dad. I’m an older dad now, with two girls in college and one entering middle school. This blog is an attempt to look back at my years with kids outdoors and look forward in ways that I hope some of you will find helpful.