A state park north of my hometown (Peoria, IL) is probably the first place I ever went on a hike. It’s called Starved Rock, so named because of a scrum between two warring Indian tribes that ended with one tribe…
Monthly Archives: May 2006
Yet another Henry Coe hike
by tmangan • May 8, 2006 • 0 Comments
This week’s hike will only seem like a rerun. The pictures were all taken yesterday, but it has many things in common with previous hikes, primarily that it was at Henry Coe State Park (four weeks in a row; where…
Somebody call the ‘Bones’ crew
by tmangan • May 7, 2006 • 0 Comments
Rocky Mountain News has an intriguing story of a body found in the woods and never identified: The skeleton was found at what appeared to have been the campsite for a well-provisioned sleep among the pines. The man died in…
Sand classics
by tmangan • May 7, 2006 • 0 Comments
This is way, way cool: the world sand-sculpting championships. (link via Geared Up Blog).
Outside Online redesigned
by tmangan • May 5, 2006 • 0 Comments
The Web site of Outside magazine has had a much-needed update that has added five separate RSS feeds. This’ll come as great news to the folks at GoBlog, who now will be able to ridicule the magazine with much greater…
A few more thoughts on going light
by tmangan • May 3, 2006 • 3 Comments
I’ve had a couple days to digest all the stuff we learned in the Sierra Club lightweight backpacking class taught by Steve of WildeBeat fame. A few conclusions: "Either you hike to camp, or you camp to hike." I’m guessing…
Getting my trail legs back
by tmangan • May 2, 2006 • 0 Comments
Rainy season’s about over around the Bay Area, which means I can get back out on the trails in the mornings before I head to the papermill … I tend to hike hard enough that I don’t have to get…
Newest hike posted
by tmangan • May 1, 2006 • 0 Comments
Yet another campout at Henry Coe State Park, this one as part of a Sierra Club lightweight backpacking class.
Learning to be light: The outing
by tmangan • May 1, 2006 • 4 Comments
Somewhere during a punishing climb at Henry Coe State Park over the weekend, I thought about bowling balls. Namely, how glad I was not to be carrying any. I grew about a mile from a bowling alley, so I remember…