inbetween

it turns out that the most hiked mountain in the world is Mt. Fuji and that the second most hiked mountain in the world is Mt. Monadnock. It felt like it. Rare not to see someone else in front of or behind you on the trail, weird that a usually quiet in-middle-of-nowhere wilderness experience invited the rest of New England, and surprisingly cool and exciting that the summit part of the hike felt like a party. Everyone was there. I didn’t expect to feel that way - I’m used to my views being mostly just my views, you know, it’s a few friends and I silent or talking on the way up and silent or talking at the top. It felt nice to see all the people who weren’t hiking Mt. Fuji that day. This last Saturday was a perfect day for partying.

And for pulling over to browse through antique furniture and ancient Pepsi bottles on tables on dirt lanes on the way. Here, Laur reads from a very old book at a yard sale whose seller has her horse grazing nearby and whose wolf-fur boots from Alaska are half off at $800.

The last photo in this post is of me, shot by Laur.

there they are. And that’s why I love this photo. Mom and Dad are being nice to me. Ross is present, Jamie’s not, and Lauren’s in between. In a line. Standing in a skinny street somewhere in Belize in 2006. Found this as I was looking through some things.

actually, it’s nate frederick, and I have the honor of seeing him now and then at work. Sometimes he is wearing a hat.

twitter told me about a candlelight vigil fast enough for me to make it down the block and around the corner as the local troops marched into my Davis Square, Somerville, somber, serious, honoring. The light was wonderful everywhere. The beauty of sorrow still tempts me, catches me, mushes my heart up. It was a great night on the town.