Monthly archives: March, 2001


Cringing Tiger, Huddled Dragon

It’s like a football drill. It’s like historical reenactment — pulling cannon through the woods. My loaded sled’s a nose-heavy crustbuster. The bow digs in behind me and won’t move on until I cuss loud and lurch hard. There’s a squad of five guys backpacking the same early section of the Rocky Branch trail as…


Sugarloaf, USA, MOAC Style

One by one, or in groups, we trickled onto Sugarloaf grounds and into our assigned condos. Most of us found this part quite uneventful, but with MOAC, there is always a story or two to be told. Pat Paine provided us with an arrival tale. It was a dark and stormy night, well dark, but…