Any flatlander with big mountain dreams inevitably ends up at a place like this – the biggest hill they can find nearby. In our town, this place is called Abe’s Hill. Runners and hikers gather here to build their strength, 30ft of elevation at a time.
Thanks to Mike, Devyn, and the whole Arete crew for building dreams here together.
A common theme this year, this time of year in particular, is crashing through ice and the soaking of feet.
Here’s a fun little collection of haiku, let’s call them “booter haiku”, compiled into an 8-page zine.
With thanks to closetjudas for opening my eyes to a whole world of description words used in other parts of the country to describe what I’ve always known as a “booter”.
