
First tracks. Looking ahead at unspoiled terrain inviting your footprints; looking back to see where you’ve come from. Ah, the symbolism is rich, is it not?
Be bold, step out into a place where you’ve not been; be confident, knowing that if you make a wrong turn you can always retrace your steps and begin again.

Don’t forget signs that guide along the way!
Alone or in community the significance is sweet. January 1st is as well. It’s not only the first day of a new year, it’s the first day of a new decade. What will we do with it?
What did we do with the previous one? (begs a recap, doesn’t it?) My own 10 years were packed with personal, professional and athletic challenges and successes, bursting at the seams with change, yet always marching forward on the same path with the same private yearning to be a better and more worthy human being. I need to work at bravery and have found myself well beyond my comfort zone far too often, But, you know what? My comfort zone has grown! And so have my practices, goals, and preferences. Expansive living may be a product of age. Is time flying by too quickly? Yes! I have so much I want to accomplish – but don’t we all? (And, BTW, if I let concerns about aging creep in, I need only remind myself that there are people running for PRESIDENT who are older than me. I’ve got this!)
New Year’s Resolutions may be passé, but setting achievable goals is always in vogue. When I work with a client, I might ask – and why are we doing this? What is your target area? Can you feel your muscles, bones, whatever, respond? Do you understand why this or that is important?
When I teach a Yoga class I might ask what is your intention for this asana, this practice, this day? When I invite someone new into my BCBS hiking group, The Hiking Connection, I ask them to realistically define their hiking goals over the course of multiple months.
As athletes, fitness enthusiasts, parents, and friends it is worthwhile to identify wants, needs, risks and rewards, to set meaningful goals and then do the work to achieve those goals.
There is always a first step, perhaps those first tracks. How relevant is it to lace up your running shoes, walk into a gym, dive into a pool, pump up your bike tires, click into your bindings or step onto your yoga mat. The rest will not follow until you make that first move, and what may follow just might be the revelation of first tracks into what is unknown.
While this is all poetic and lovely to ponder, it is also a call to action. Nothing, absolutely nothing, will happen unless you do it. (I will forever appreciate the Nike “Just Do It” slogan!) It is not a matter of perfection, beauty or winning. It is a matter of knowing what tools are in your tool box, which ones need sharpening and what others you might need to work to acquire. Making the most of your physical strengths and weakness is only a piece of the pie. Consider motivation, enthusiasm, a positive outlook, the hunger to learn, a willingness to share, the determination to see it through and the wisdom to make good choices.
There were many moments during this past holiday that I thought – It just doesn’t get any better than this. I awkwardly dragged in my Christmas tree, managed to set it up and trim it without incident, then turned off all the lights to sit and soak up the silent beauty. It just doesn’t get any better than this. I snuggled my 4 grandchildren in a pile of quilts, blankets and pillows for our vacation sleepover making plans for snow play the following morning and giggling over the onslaught of Sophie’s kisses. It just doesn’t get any better than this. I wrapped presents, tying them up with love and thought It just doesn’t get any better than this. I made it a point to pause early each morning with my first cup of coffee and my Sophie in my lap (sort of, she’s awfully big for that but tries) looking out as the day began to dawn and thought It just doesn’t get any better than this. As a teacher sitting quietly observing diverse students in my classes during Savasana, connection palpable, I thought It just doesn’t get any better than this. And today, headed out into the woods with my precious pup, softly crunching new snow under my boots and laughing at her antics as she ran and rolled in the fabulous white stuff, I was convinced that It just doesn’t get any better than this.
May you have many, many such moments in 2020 and may you reach many, if not all, of your goals and carefully structured expectations. Namaste. Happy First Tracks!


August is a month of vacations that have been saved for last, a month of summer sports team finals, a month of lazy afternoons, cool nights, fireflies and T-storms. It is also a month when I walk my dog in the predawn darkness and am surprised to find the wooded trails closing in well before an earlier sunset. It is a time of growing anticipation for the back to school crowd and an almost panicked dash to fit in that paddle, climb, swim, century or rail trail that seemed a sure thing in May.
But, please, stop. Take a deep breath. You’ve got this. If you find yourself treading water, get swimming! August is dignified. It does not push us into a frenzy. But it says, if you want to do ______________, get organized and just do it. July suggests an infinite number of minutes and even hours. August says, “not so.” But August is not stingy. The daylight and conditions beckon and sustain.
This afternoon as I walked a country road giving my pup and me a quiet day sandwiched between last week and next, I deliberately looked for signs of change. The grasses are more lush, goldenrod is beginning to burst forth, and soon enough the fields of corn will produce sweet ears to savor. OK, that’s good. That’s something that is better than July.
August was so named in 8 BC because of Augustus Ceasar. But I prefer to consider a few words from the definition of the word itself: respected, celebrated, honored. Don’t you agree that to respect this month, to celebrate each day’s opportunity, and to honor our well-being and those with whom we share space – that these might be better concepts to apply to this fruitful month? And, perhaps now, today, not tomorrow or next week, is the very time to take a second look at how we are living our own uniquely individual summer experiences. Avoid regrets, drop everything you can, and indulge in the season. Happy August.
Sharing the summer months with an informal group of individuals loosely connected by their interest in hiking is proving to be a learning experience for all of us. Arguably, any able-bodied person can hike. But does everyone want to? No. I certainly didn’t.
And then came Sophie, my now almost 3-year-old Chocolate Lab who opened this wonderful world for me. Because training is in my psyche, poor Sophie underwent/undergoes lots and lots of training. An exuberantly friendly pup (she IS a Lab, after all) with reliably good trail manners, she also serves as a canine GPS. All this is to say that because there is nothing (except swimming) that Sophie loves more than trails, I have become an avid hiker!
How does one define hiking, anyway? There are meandering forest trails, picturesque bogs, barely defined paths, and rocky climbs with steep precipices and vistas to die for. It’s all hiking and, ultimately, it’s all about making the decision to get out the door and go.
Each hike, each day, each weather condition, each hiking partner(s), each new pair of shoes, each trail snack, each guide book, each hangover (oops), each season, each year – there are no two hikes alike and no one hike that stays the same. It’s all experience – and connection.



I prefer dates, nuts, raisins, trail mix, ok and yes a Clif bar that I always share with my pup, Sophie. I do not promote trendy engineered foods such as power drinks and bars, but rather support “real” foods. I do think that part or all of your drinking water should contain some electrolytes (I prefer Skratch https://www.skratchlabs.com/collections/drinks/products/sport-hydration-drink-mix?gclid=CjwKCAjwmZbpBRAGEiwADrmVXhtL_Wt_SWL_brlBskRWrAyTwOGxdUjb1UfUquBWSHrhhaly2kNGMBoCIcAQAvD_BwE&variant=42591625797or Tailwind https://www.tailwindnutrition.com) and in fact, sipping on Tailwind along the way eliminates a need for food at all unless you get hungry! Oh and Lara is an excellent choice for a bar. Avoid sugary stuff as that will drop you too soon.

How sunshine affects one’s fitness level is obvious, but significant in definition. It is patently apparent that a good, sunny day puts a spring in our step and lures us outdoors to participate in a variety of healthy activities that might have seemed drudgery on a different day.
But the notion of new growth budding and blossoming and all that it represents is a notion to hold dear. Each new morning is the springtime of a day. Each new idea, each new adventure, each new connection is the onset of creativity and ultimate fruition.
drives many minutes of each day. It is motivation that underpins major chunks of enthusiasm, fuels the determination to persevere, and keeps one moving on a forward path professionally, personally and simply in being alive.
On a personal note, I found myself slipping from some of the structured practices that I know benefit my day. Early morning journaling and meditation was being lost in a few minutes of extra sleep, at home Yoga practice was giving way to lethargy, outings in the woods with my pup were abandoned. Of course, there is solid reasoning behind this – I need that sleep or the woods are just too wet and messy right now. (Besides, the bears are waking up and they’re hungry!)
Because one of my goals is to be ready to hike when Vermont trails open again the end of May, I need to build strength and endurance now. Much to the delight of my dog, we are leash walking dirt roads a minimum of 3 miles a day, adding ½ mile to our one weekly long walk which should give us at least 10 miles by the time the hikes begin, adding at least one straight up climb each week (useful to live near a ski area that is closed for the season), and, for fun and mental flexibility, daily making sure to have plenty of off-leash ball play and some agility drills for both of us.itself.
I love to hike and explore in Vermont and New Hampshire with my Chocolate Lab, Sophie. Our day hikes take us from meandering, wooded brook-side trails to rock face and astonishing summit views. Sophie, not quite 2, loves these adventures and is responsible for my new passion – hiking.
Perhaps what is significant here is that I know there ARE bears in the woods and on the trails. How do I know this? No, I have not met one – yet. I have seen a bear on my husband’s game camera set up on a trail I use frequently. I have stepped over bear scat and I have read blog posts, seen tv news reports, stopped to read signs posted at State Park entrances, and heard anecdotal accounts of bear sightings, often corroborated by cell phone pics.
For those of us who hike with dogs, there is an extra layer of prevention and protection for which we, the human companions, need take responsibility. I would hope that my dog would sense the presence of a bear long before I would and would alert me. I would fervently hope that my dog would not notice cubs and, thinking they are other pups to be greeted and played with, go do so. (Labs are oh so friendly with other dogs, aren’t they?). Disaster would ensue.
WILDLIFE – Green Mountian Club August 2, 2018 Black Bears–Bears have become more active around Long Trail campsites and trails in the last few years. In areas with posted bear warnings, please follow a few basic steps:

Explore. Explore. Having a pup who needs a lot of exercise is a great benefit! With just a little effort – asking the hotel staff, searching the internet, checking out pamphlets, etc. – I found miles and miles of trail systems, places to take my Lab for a swim or to play with other dogs, even a county fair ground where I could walk her early and late each day and watch the sun and/or moon rise over the nearby lake.



