Bill's Adventures

I have had many wonderful opportunities both for travel and outdoor recreation both with my family and alone.  This page gives a quick view of some of my adventures.  It is sort of a snapshot.  Many wonderful places and people are omitted, mostly by accident.  I have broken the adventures up roughly chronologically and by activity.  Would love to chat via ICQ (1884995) or email ( about any of them.   Exciting things for the future are much desired.

My adventures include:

Boundary Waters Canoe Area

My first wilderness adventure was in 1959 with the Explorer Scouts at the Region Ten Canoe Base in northern Minnesota, near Ely.  We went on a long loop, like the scout song, “From Lake Agnes to Louisa to Kannippi we will go, to see the loon and hear its plaintive wail.”  Still remember Whole Rye, smashed bread, very cold water and the bugs.  June 21 is not the perfect time for the trip.  Son Eric attended Carleton College in MN, so we have two family trips in 1992 and 94.  Each of those times we used Tom and Woods as our outfitter, entering from Moose Lake as we did on the scout trip.  The first trip was US only.  The other we got a Canadian permit.  The Canadian journey is much nicer.  We will do that again.

The Appalachian Trail.

In 1968, our friend Henry Beale introduced us in words to the Appalachian Trail.  What an important event that turned out to be. The thru-hiker bug bit me hard.  Never got over it.   In 1969, we made a fall trip from NYC to the Great Smokey Mountains to hike the north half of the park.  A wonderful healing time.

While we were in New York, we visited the White Mountains and the famous AMC Huts.  We have been to the Whites at least four times, Molly and I in 69 or 70, with the AMC range hike a year later, on a six week hike at the end of our New York stay, and then in 96 as a part of my Appalachian Trail thru-hike.

The Pacific Crest and John Muir Trails

In 88 or 89, I did my first thru-hike, from Meek’s Bay at Tahoe to Mt. Whitney.  It was a wonderful six week adventure.  I shared each part with a family member or good friend.  Molly or a friend met me for each re-supply.  It was the year of the big Yosemite fire so the views from the High Sierra were obscured.  I had to come back.  Did a partial Muir several years later.  Another thing to be repeated.

Bicycle Adventures.

In 1989, I went on my first bicycle tour.  First Grand Tour North, from Sacramento through the wine country to San Francisco.  I was so sore I nearly died.  The next year, I went to Alberta for two one-week journeys,  Banff to Jasper on the Icefields Highway (with Molly) and the Going to the Sun Highway through Glacier National Park.  Both of these trips were with Can-Am tours, run by a guy named “Pete”.   Low budget tours aimed at largely Canadian teachers, nurses, etc.  Good experience.  Good company.  I also went on Cycle Oregon II covering the state from Pullman to the coast.

The next year, I went on for Cycle America’s Park-to-Park tour, an all summer adventure.  We started in Flagstaff, visiting Grand Canyon, Zion, Bryce, Capital Reef, Escalante and  Mesa Verde all in the first week or so.  We proceeded through Colorado, Wyoming and Montana, crossing the Continental Divide seven times.  We rode from Jasper to Banff and on to Vancouver.  Then south through Washington and Oregon.  I dropped off the tour at the CA border.  The trip continued to Lassen, Tahoe and ended in San Francisco.   The bike trip through southern Utah is the best trip anywhere, I think.

On that adventure, I met up with the OFC—The Olympic Federation of Cyclists (Or Old Fart’s Corps), a group of retired folks who  pursue long distance cycling and cheap beer with equal vigor.  Almost all of them have ridden across the country multiple times.  One woman get a bicycle for her retirement gift and has never failed to ride 10,000 miles a year since then.  I have joined them most years since then, riding various parts of the coast to coast trip, the Natchez Trace (twice) and the then MOOSA, a week in Maine and Quebec.

Ski Patrol and Snow Camping

In 1993, I joined a backcountry unit of the National Ski Patrol.  Shortly after, affiliated with the Boreal Ski Patrol as well.  This has become my winter “religion.”  I have taught Ski Patrol First Aid course a number of times and got Region Outstanding Teacher of the Year last year.  This is the thing I love to do most.  About that same time, I took the Sierra Club snow camping training.  As a part of those two things, I have had winter adventures including two ski trips through the Yosemite High Country.  How glorious it is when it is not overcrowded with people.  Ski patrol events also take me to Yosemite each year.  Have fitted in two trips to Alta for recreational skiing as well.


In March of 1996, I declared my computer project management days to be over, grabbed my pack, and headed for Springer Mountain to begin my hike of the Appalachian Trail.  I completed about two thirds of the trail, hiking four out of five months, ending up in the AMC Huts with Molly, Tom, and Gabe.  I could write forever about the hike.   I met so many wonderful people, had so many adventures and found a real sense of peace and happiness.  Decided to throw in the job (mostly) and follow those pursuits full time.  It was here that I got the trail name of Pooh.  I will return to Maine in August to complete the Maine portion of the AT, hiking with a group including Gabe and some of the folks I hiked with in 96.  Hope to see many more.

Pooh Corner

When I hiked the Appalachian Trail in 96, I was overwhelmed by the generosity and kindness of Trail Angels who reached out to thru-hikers and provided what they needed or merely wanted.  The Pacific Crest Trail runs a few miles from our Sierra cabin, so we decided to become Trail Angels here.  We spend July at our cabin meeting thru-hikers and providing a home away from home for them.  Also get a chance for a lot of hiking.

The Future

Ski Patrol

Both patrolling and teaching, as well as recreational skiing will have a big role in the future.  Next winter we expect to live in the mountains.  I will try to pass the senior level examination for the backcountry patrol.  Also hope to do Sr. Avalanche training or the National Avalanche School.  Someday I want to be a part of a hike of the 10th Mountain Division Huts in Colorado, between Aspen and Vail.

Pooh Corner/Thru-hiking

Providing thru-hiker hospitality and doing thru-hikes will also be a big part of my life as well as local hikes in the Sierra.  A Himalayan trek, mountain hiking in the Alps, the Milford Trek and a long distance walk in England might be a part of the future.  I am sure I will return to the AT again and again.


Both local and distance cycling will be a part of the future.  I want to do a major bike trip in Europe in the near future.  A trans-America ride beckons to me but I resist the fixed schedule of such a group trip and don’t want to spend that much time without community.


A major raft trip down the Grand Canyon or Salmon is likely as is a sea kayak trip to Baja.

General Travel

Alaska is my number one travel destination.  Another trip to Europe is probably in the cards, maybe London Theater or Greek Islands.  I would like to go to Costa Rica on a nature trip.  I would like to return to the Four Corners area.  A New England fall colors trip is also likely.  Also another canoe trip to Boundary Waters or Algonquin.