If you are like me you are a six-foot two bald guy. If you don’t fit that description, than you might be like me if you are old enough to remember the days when you would be strolling through the parking lot of the local supermarket and would be aroused from your reverie by the
by Amy Patenaude Outdoor/Ski Writer Bonds, Guyot & Zealand Traverse At 6 am in the Lincoln Woods parking lot the car’s thermometer read 1 degree. The moonlight was still bright so we left our headlamps in our backpacks and we put on our snowshoes. I followed Jeremy across the suspension bridge and down the Lincoln