Motivated by patriotic duty and a rumor of better weather, I trekked down to our nation's capital. The four-hour Chinatown bus ride was well worth it. I walked around the national mall for about six hours, jaw dropped. Of all the cities we have visited...

Following a light nap, we ventured early in the morning to Mt. Greylock state park so Calvin could run the 2nd annual Moby Dick 7-mile snowshoe race. With the odds stacked against him—winds threatened to knock over the trees and I don't think Cal...

Today we met up with a good friend of mine from way back when, Karl. Karl is no stranger to the road himself, having driven from here to Alaska and everywhere in between over the last few years. In the time since we had last seen each other he got marr...

There's change in the air. Can you feel it? No, that's indigestion. The change I am talking about is the magical time of the year when nature's sweet nectar is unlocked: maple syrup. Vermont maple syrup. The good stuff. Just up the road is the Vermont ...

“You Were. You Are. UMass.” The slogan of the alumni association seems innocent enough and down right cathcy. It evokes a picture of an army of maroon-clad students—let's say in a square, somewhere—united in a common pride in th...

As far as I can tell, today was a day meant to separate the bandwagon track fans from the die hards. While your shirt says "Pre Lives," you yourself might have looked dead from exhaustion had you watched all of the races held over the two-day meet (the...