There is something tender in the cold days of winter that latches onto your bones and carries on you like a worn coat from winter to winter as you grow, change, move, and adapt to new environments, and yet flares up like an old injury when the temperature drops in those early months of the…
In my youth, daydreams of travel were part of the norm. My blood was filled with the desire to explore and move and it was ever-present from my earliest years. I had great grandparents who left their native Sicily for America, grandfather's who traveled with the military, and a father who drove a tractor-trailer all…
We joke when hoisting our cat into our eager arms that she's gone to her happy place as she stares off, looking at a location we cannot see, and waits patiently to be set free to meander the floor until she returns to demand pets and attention. She's at her happy place, we say when…
Traveling is in my blood. My Sicilian heritage decreed it, as my great-grandfather snuck onto the ship that took him across the Atlantic to New York where he meandered and made do until the rest of his family could meet him. How brave is that? How insane? How utterly stubborn which is the core behavior…
The alarm was set for 6:45. The previous day had been complete with freezing temperatures, too much wind, traveling by car, looking for bears, hiking and shivering, and being up for far too long; so the idea of getting up at 6:45 was met with general distaste. Neither of us believed we would be able…
I was a teenager when I first was introduced to Minnewaska. I loved the name, it was rich with the heritage of the area. Growing up at the foot of the Catskill Mountains in New York, there was a blend of both Dutch and Native American names in the towns, streets, and natural locations. Nestled…
Erica Rose Eberhart 