Happy New Year


I had a long critical think on whether or not to continue this blog. I started it partly as a new adventure, but mostly because I wanted to remind myself of all the beautiful little things in live that make it worth living. There are so many magical moments we overlook, never notice, or maybe see and then promptly forget. I want to be a part of the beauty and magic, touch the whimsical, dance with the ephemeral, be one with the greater universe.

It is difficult keeping up with a daily blog, living life tends to get in the way of sitting down and writing. Often, on various adventures for work and play, I am nowhere near a lap-top or reliable internet.

Three years ago, when I was chronically depressed, I started a small diary of magic moments. I needed to keep track of something small each day as a reason to continue to the next day; I eventually gave up keeping the diary. I looked through that book a while back and saw several weeks in a row where I had written “nothing special happened today”. I then remembered how I would go to sleep at night telling myself that tomorrow would be better, it had to be better because today was the worst day of my life. The next day would then become the worst day of my life. I know it sounds melodramatic, but it is a vicious cycle, and it is hard to break free of it. You have to go a little crazy, change your behavior and attitude. Antidepressants and therapy were essential.

I went off the antidepressant in March, with the understanding that I might have to start it again when the sunlight dramatically decreases in the winter. However, so far, so good. We are past the Solstice, so the days are getting longer, I am more active outside this winter than in years past (even with the polar vortex), I am practicing yoga and meditation on a regular basis, and feel good most of the time.

Yes, September and October were rough, but I am healthy, strong, courageous, and grateful. Its okay to have a few blue days once and a while, and sometimes depression is a normal response to the crap life can throw at you. You feel it, accept it, you let it go, and move on. You don’t wallow in it, perpetuate it, or let it define who you are.

I guess this is what these little magic moments are for me, my definition of the meaning of life, the universe, and everything. So I will keep this blog going. It may not continue as a daily event; the last couple of months it has been more like an every other week event, however I still believe in the magic of the world around us. Touch the whimsical, dance with the ephemeral, play with the spirit of nature, surround yourself with magic, and be one with all creation.


Year In Review!


2017 was generally a good year. Last December I decided my New Year’s Resolution for 2017 would be to have more adventures. I believe I have lived up to that resolution. When making it I knew that not all the adventures would be grand ones. I wanted to have small adventuress, ones that happen in every day life that make it interesting, fun, and stimulating. Of course when one is purposely trying to find new experiences, looking for Hobbit Adventures, one runs into misadventures as well, and there have been some of those too.

The adventures stared last December when I cut my hair, yes it was an adventure for me (my hair was waist length and had not been cut since 1994), and that set the tone for the year! I now have a shaggy pixie bob which I still love a year later.

Next I started Flippin’ Gypsy on Etsy. I make colorful, whimsical, scarves, hats, jewelry, and decorations. I have only sold one thing so far, but I’m having fun with it. I have a ton of ideas too, so I’ll keep it going this year.

Other small adventures include: this daily blog, becoming a snowshoe guide for Windham Mountain, raft guiding for Beaver Brook Outfitters, and moving my summer base camp to their property. As a Beaver Brook guide I did several overnight trips in the Hudson Gorge, staying at campsites I had never camped at before, guided a paddle trip across Lake George, one across Sacandaga Lake then hiking to Fawn Lake, one from Blue Mountain Lake to Raquette Lake and hiking into Sargent Pond from Tioga Point, working at the Thurman Canoe Center and guiding several paddle trips down the Hudson from there, guiding a high water trip down the “Lower Gorge” of the Hudson (a section I had never seen before), and guiding a raft trip down the Sacandaga River. I made some wonderful new friends and rekindled some old friendships working there as well.

Other small adventures include, in no particular order: all the solo walks, hikes, and paddles, seeing the middle of Kaaterskill Falls, seeing North South Lake frozen, hiking to Westkill Falls with my husband, paddling Brown’s Tract with my friend, paddling Lake Durant, checking out several state parks I had never been in for paddling potential, bike riding with my mother, jumping off the big rock into the creek, breaking trail in 3 feet of fresh snow with snowshoes, riding the chairlift, buying my own snow pants, playing in the waterfall at the end of South Inlet on Raquette Lake, jumping off the big rock on Blue Mountain Lake, knitting everybody’s holiday gifts, snuggling with the cats, lounging in the hammock in the sun with absolutely nothing to do, hammock camping (the best!), planting and harvesting the garden, walking across the trestle at Railroad Rapid (no trains on this track), participating in a protest march in New York City, practicing yoga on the porch every morning before rafting, seeing a moose at my tent twice, inheriting a raft and two duckies and using them, doing flips off jump rock on the Hudson trip, and many many more!

The three grand adventures were the whirlwind trip south for July 4th to run the Shenandoah with friends I hadn’t seen in over 10 years, the raft guide reunion on Blue Mountain Lake, and the epic trip to South Carolina to see the total solar eclipse with my sister which included kayaking from the swamp out to the ocean.

Misadventures, preventable: twisting my ankle while rafting back in June (still not back to normal yet), scraping my foot on a rock while swimming in July which didn’t heal until September when I quit getting my feet wet (left a cool scar), burning my foot with boiling water while camping in September (also scarred), getting eaten alive by insects in SC (I broke down and bought some actual Deet repellent), receiving several tic bites and having to go get the Lyme prevention antibiotic, all the times I froze my tush off in the rain because I wasn’t dressed warm enough, getting slightly lost in the woods on top of Windham Mountain while solo snowshoeing in a snow storm as night was falling, almost flipping my raft in a hydraulic in high water and having half my guests swim.

Misadventures, beyond control: having the well water go red and silty all spring and summer (I carted water from the Adirondacks home every week for us to drink), loosing my grandfather last August at 96 years old, I love him and miss him, being diagnosed with breast cancer and then lumpectomy surgery to remove it (early detection saved my life!), and getting bronchitis 3 times in 3 months.

So now that 2018 is here, I think I will keep a good thing going, my resolution for 2018 is to keep having adventures, take the back roads, try new things, take a walk on the wild side, keep life stirring, lively, provocative, intoxicating, groovy, and full of zest. Even the little things in life are worth enjoying!

Thanksgiving Solo Hike

11-23-2017 Magic Moment:

We decided to do Thanksgiving simply at home this year; steak and sweet potato fries. Since that doesn’t take an extra huge effort beyond preparing dinner, which my husband (thankfully) does most of the time, I decided to take a walk and some pictures. My husband was working on some projects in the home office and opted out, so it’s into the woods solo I go. I went over to North South Lake, a state campground nearby, and did the three mile or so loop around the lake. In the beginning is was mostly sunny and not too chilly. The parking lot was full and I saw a few other people walking as well. By the time I got back to the car, the gravel lot was empty, the weather having turned cold, windy, overcast, and threatening rain. The walk was amazing! Once I was past the first half mile, I had the place completely to myself. Took a bunch of “artsy” photos of leafless trees against the grey sky, pine cones, fluffy seeds on the end of dead stalks, colorful berries, ice on the shoreline, and mountains and sky reflected in the calm lake. I’ve been posting a photo day on Instagram this month (all black and white), and it has been fun to look at things in a different way. What would make an interesting photo without color. Composition and chiaroscuro are key elements. Today’s hike was all about what is up close that we don’t usually notice and how interesting it really is. I am grateful for all the amazing adventures big and small this life has to offer and the loved ones I have to share them with. Happy Thanksgiving!

Fall Sunshine Glinting Off The Creek


Another morning walk, up the road to the new bridge that got built a year after Hurricane Irene washed the 100 year old iron one downstream. I know where some pieces of it is buried in the new gravel sand bars and (still present) storm debris. I stand on the bridge for a long time, first looking upstream at the boulders, deep pools, rapids and small falls, then downstream at the swimming hole, the gravel bars, and the riffles disappearing around the next bend. I think of long hot summer days spent floating on an inner-tube and dozing in the sun, remember jumping off the boulder into the green depths where the large trout hide, recall lazing on sun heated rocks after splashing in the waterfall, slipping and sliding on slick rocks. This is a peaceful spot, happy, carefree. Today is too chilly to think of immersing myself in the creek, but it is a fine morning to watch the slanting yellow rays of the sun rising over the ridge, streaming through the orange and yellow leaves, setting them aglow. The sun shine glints off the rippling water below, clear of algae after a couple of freezing night have killed it off. The sand and rocks are clearly visible, yet wobbly as the water flows swiftly over them. I am momentarily blinded by sun light glaring off the creek, making my eyes tear up slightly. The reflected sunlight makes me feel warm inside, happy, and calm. I am that sunlight, it radiates from me in all directions, shining fiercely with my love and life force. I am the water flowing fast and free, I am the morning air stirring the leaves and whispering down the valley. I am me, I am here, I am now.



Summer rain, warm air, shuttling large storm clouds across the sky, bright yellow slanted afternoon sunlight peeking around the grey clouds in strong sunbeams. Light catches the rain drops suspended in the air above the deep summer green valley. The sunlight dazzles the drops into a brilliant rainbow that arches across in a perfect complete half circle. I can see where the ground is kissed by the colors on either end. I pull over to the side of the road and watch as the colors grow brighter and the rainbow doubles then triples. It almost looks solid enough to touch, yet translucent and ethereal. If I had wings, I would fly up and bathe in all those colors, raindrop gem stones filling me with pure light energy. How many times has my raft chased a rainbow down the river or my car chased one down the road? It isn’t gold one finds at the end of a rainbow, but dazzling brilliant engulfing light, where dreams, happiness, peacefulness, and gratitude coalesce into the point where your soul spark meets the oneness of all creation.

Perfect Lake Day


Bright warm sun light pouring from a cloudless immense clear blue sky, gleaming blindingly off the inviting cool calm water of the lake. We are all in the water (kids and adults), swimming, paddling kayaks, playing on the blow up pool toys and inner-tubes, diving, splashing, floating, laughing, enjoying being together. We paddle out to some rocks and bask in the sunshine (while the kids continue their swimming adventure), laying on the sun warmed surface, soaking in the heat, letting our skin dry in the warm air, the smell of water and earth, the feel of sunlight and gentle breezes, talking, laughing, and enjoying time to relax and reunite. This is exactly what I had wanted when I suggested this reunion plan last year. The perfect lake day materialized and life is good!

Sunrise Paddle


I awaken before sunrise, first light seeping over the lake in pale yellows and paler pinks, and soft pastel blues. I slip into my kayak for a short paddle around the island before anyone else is awake, before the harsh noise of the day invades this quiet time. I am the only ripple in the mirror still water, not even the slightest hint of a breeze stirs in the cool morning. The sky reflects on the lake, in the distance it is hard to discern one from the other. This is the time of day when it is easy to be one with the universe and all its creations, to feel the vibrant energy of the omnipresent life force around you, this is the time of day when you can hear God’s casual reply, see and understand how life hangs in the balance of the wing beats of a great blue heron taking flight and the call of a king fisher as he swoops and dives.