CONWAY — Renowned big-mountain skier and North Face athlete Caite Zeliff is back in her home state of New Hampshire, where her passion for skiing began. The North Conway native plans to keep the Granite State as her home base as she continues to travel to and from ski adventures around the world.Â
There were hearty folks on the links at two local courses last weekend. Linderhof Country Club, the nine-hole gem in Glen, pulled its flags on Sunday morning (Nov. 9), while they were still teeing it high and letting it fly at Indian Mound Golf Club in Center Ossipee on Monday with temperatu…
Looking at the Windy App on Saturday night, the wind looked to be fishable for the following morning. Coming out of the northeast at five miles per hour starting at 7 p.m. and dropping to three miles per hour at 9 p.m., canoeing out to the drop-off and being able to fish was doable.
Last spring, I wrote about a new accessible trail slated for construction in Tamworth. To cut to the chase, it has been completed for a while and is ready for visitors. It is only six-tenths of a mile round-trip, so it can be quickly visited and is worth a quick stop to sample. It is for eve…
Waiting in line outside Jackson Ski Touring last Saturday, I could sense the winter excitement in the air. There were no conversations about biking, running or swimming. The tide had turned, so to speak, to thoughts of winter pursuits.
Mysterious objects in the woods always pique my interest. Whether I’m hiking, skiing, snowshoeing or biking, I stop and wonder: What is that, how did it get here, who put it there, what does it mean? There are stories in those finds.
This has been an incredible autumn of copper beeches and golden aspens. Signs are of a cold and stormy winter. But there is an in between season after many of the leaves have fallen, and here is a column I wrote about it late November last year.
As the Jeep climbed through the notch, small flakes of crystalline water vapor appeared in the headlights. It had been many Novembers since Troutman had seen snow this early. Heading north to camp to meet the Old Timer, Troutman’s pace wanted to quicken, but the roads would only become slick…
Would you believe me if I said you could create at least a 15-mile in-town road ride in the East Side area, starting from Hemlock Lane, near Walmart, and ending at Hurricane Mountain Road? Such a ride involves not only distance, but climbing challenges. It’s what my friend, Jeanne Twehous, r…
November marks a change of season for the fly angler. While there are still open water opportunities, the changing of the clocks and the chilling of the local waters shifts the focus from angling to preparation for next spring.
I was lying in bed the other morning, wondering what hike I could write about this week. As you can imagine, this is a familiar scenario. Some hikes are old friends. I can picture scenes along their trails and often one hike stands out and invites me back.
This is my last column for the Sun.
It’s the grab it when you can time of the cycling season. With darkness outstripping daylight hours, the window of opportunity for cycling is shrinking. If you wait too late in the day to go out, you’ll be coming home in the dark.
It is said that life is a journey. Different challenges. Highs and lows. Stresses and relief. All a part of our time circling the sun. A part of the journey is the people we meet. They contribute to all the factors that shape our character.
Sometimes, but not too often, elements come together to make a hike exceptionally beautiful. Such was the case last Tuesday when I did a 4.2-mile hike with friend Pam Andruskiewicz and three dogs: Cora, Louie and Georgie.
Some may see them as roads to nowhere or perhaps forgotten roads that once led to towns, work encampments or cabins of yesterday. I see them as roads to somewhere, or as Robert Frost might say the roads not taken.