Nelson Stories


I'm a glutton for punishment, aren't i?

it seems my experience at Pulpit Rock wasn't punishment enough. i headed to the Burlington Northern Trail today for a little more exhaustion and foot pain. don't ask me why, at this point i can't remember myself. Something of a paradox, that trail. it was an easy grade hike once you got there, but getting there involved walking up some of the steepes...


climbing tall things and a little rant on supermarkets.

I think there must be some little genetic quirk in the male psyche that drives us to climb things. possibly it's a leftover from the primordial, alpha-male "higher-in-the-tree-than-you" imperative, but every time i have the opportunity, i feel driven to find a mountain (or the nearest approximation) and climb the beast. every time i look at it and think...