Outside Para, Bhutan.  February 21, 2015. I had a tiger by the tail. Or it had me. In the last few years I’ve hiked far greater distances. I’ve hiked higher. I’ve covered more treacherous trails. I’ve changed elevation more rapidly. But the trail to the Tiger’s Nest Monastery in Bhutan was an entirely different experience and one which had me wondering if I was going to make it, both figuratively and literally.

Two trips in Italy’s Dolomite mountains, years and seasons apart, complete a circle.

Val Gardena, Italy, February late 1990’s. Two trips in Italy’s Dolomite mountains, years and seasons apart, complete a circle. The first was a skiing trip, a coincidence, and a reason to return. I flew into Milan from Las Vegas, took the next train to Bolzano, and luckily caught a bus to Santa Cristina Val Gardena where I stepped onto the snow covered sidewalk. It was snowing hard, and that was good. I was here to ski. I’d picked the Italian valley of Gardena, Val Gardena in Italian, mostly…

Patagonia, end of the trip, but not the end of the trail. December 16, 2013 Prologue: “What’s a guy halfway through his 68th year doing hiking and camping with a bunch of young people in an area where in the summer time (which it is there right now) the wind can howl during heavy rain and sleet storms?” (posted on my blog December 3, 2013.) Epilogue: Answer: having a great time. Following an overnight flight to Buenos Aires, a beef-stuffing (see “Beef and Tango in Buenos Aires” posted…

Torres del Paine, Patagonia, Chile. December 12, 2013. I love wind, rain and snow, so it was only natural to be on the trail to the lake at the foot of the famous “W” peaks of Los Torres at 4:15 on this Patagonian summer morning. In the dark, my headlamp made out the rocks and footholds on this steep and twisting mountain path. The Patagonian wind which roared through the beech trees above our camp and shook our tent throughout the night was even more fierce as we…

At the foot of Fitz Roy mountain, Patagonia, Argentina. December 8, 2013. I’ve come to view long hikes and treks like life. The real purpose is to enjoy the trail, not to hurry to the end which will come soon enough anyway. After a three hour flight from Buenos Aires to El Calafate, we caught a three hour shuttlebus ride to El Calatan where we met our guide and porters. Once we’d redistributed our packed goods, storing those we wouldn’t be using at an accommodating hotel, we shouldered…

Lake Grasmere, Lake District, July 20, 2013. Just at dawn in England’s Lake District we stepped from mile-long trail through the ancient rock, pine and oak to the rough pebble beach of Lake Grasmere, one of the smallest of the lakes in this lovely land. As the sun beat its first rays onto the water, the mist covering much of the lake began to slowly rise giving a glimpse to the shorelines of both sides, greater, clearer views close in and views obscured by stubborn mist, blotted by…