Sunrise at camp in Hope Valley. It was a beautiful weekend start to finish. Great camp food, great company and conversation, a tough 11-mile hike with a big reward, intense and hilarious board games, total disconnection from everything else. Good stuff.

Sunrise at camp in Hope Valley. It was a beautiful weekend start to finish. Great camp food, great company and conversation, a tough 11-mile hike with a big reward, intense and hilarious board games, total disconnection from everything else. Good stuff.

Three days vibrating in Las Vegas overwhelm, one of those pushing 50 pounds of boy and stroller for 13.1 miles through the desert on a barely-healed ankle, which was equal parts a pleasant escape and a pain in the ass (literally), and two full days on my butt in the car on either end, and I’m indescribably glad to be home. But I sure do love Nevada.

Three days vibrating in Las Vegas overwhelm, one of those pushing 50 pounds of boy and stroller for 13.1 miles through the desert on a barely-healed ankle, which was equal parts a pleasant escape and a pain in the ass (literally), and two full days on my butt in the car on either end, and I’m indescribably glad to be home.

But I sure do love Nevada.

Shin Pond, Maine — near Baxter State Park, and where I learned to swim (and later became a junior lifeguard). This was an every-summer staple of life from about age 5 to age 17.

Shin Pond, Maine — near Baxter State Park, and where I learned to swim (and later became a junior lifeguard). This was an every-summer staple of life from about age 5 to age 17.