Later on, after wringing out my socks and icing my hammies, I was texted the above photo and looked at Rob, shaking my 'fro from side to side: "Man. Who the hell wears a dashiki t-shirt on a lethal, boulder-scrambling hike?" I'd have to say the biggest draw of hiking Old Rag is the views. Then I'd ... View Post
Hiking Old Rag.
[Atop Old Rag.] There's a camaraderie established somewhere early on during a hike: when you're blowing up the fire road and ease of step gives way to striding, conversation becomes a bit more staccato while your lungs warm up. No one wants to sound out of breath, but the rhythm isn't quite ... View Post

