Another love has taken my fancy. Master Chief, who of course was responsible for getting me hooked on the trail, decided that wasn’t good enough. He decided I was spending far too much money on stuff like, y’know, bills and food, and so introduced me to the form of crack known as PAINTBALL.

After one game, we’d formed a team named, appropriately enough, the Highlanders, and I put up a website and it’s been my all-encompassing-borderline-unhealthy obsession ever since. Therefore, it is now late October and the Chief and I haven’t hit the trail since this time last year, and we’re coming dangerously close to not hiking together for the first time in four years. We’ve got tentative plans for a Winter venture, though November is looking doubtful. A December hike on the LHHT would be exceedingly cool, if we can fit it in.

Still, the Chief has gotten out variously on his own and with Reaper, on the LHHT and in New Hampshire. I’d post his pics here if he’d allow me to, but I guess his hikes are strictly need-to-know.

Today I returned from an overnight on the LHHT with the family: Hoot, Longhorn, four-year-old Badger, and the wife, Meoquanee. Pictures and video to follow…

View the 70th LHHT HIGHLANDS BRIGADE.