Five posts from a month that smelled like sunscreen and paperbacks
So after getting my calves into shape climbing those Anglo-Norman stairs, I drove across France from west to east to hike in the Alps. More specifically, the stunning Clarée valley above Briançon. And I gotta say, my legs were screaming at me for weeks afterward...
Until now, Edward Abbey has mostly been this anarchist writer for me—champion of civil disobedience and eco-terrorism, pumping out novels that are equal parts deranged and ideological. Then suddenly I discover a completely different side of him...
This year my vacation had the vibe of a Russian salad: a little sea, a little city, a little mountain... Starting with a week of hiking in a place I've been dreaming about for months: the Anglo-Norman Islands. Absolute magic, those islands...
And not a moment too soon, honestly.
Is there any greater pleasure, after a brutal and sweaty work day, than finding a fat package waiting for you at the front desk? And when I saw who sent it, I immediately knew this wasn't going to be just any package...