Here is the latest For the Birds column, which runs in several New England newspapers.
My trips, or as I like to call them pilgrimages, to the Great North Woods have changed over the years.
Back when I was making the trips alone, I would have a hard time sleeping the night before so I would eventually just get out of bed and hit the road around 2 or 3 in the morning. That would get me to my destination, usually Pittsburg, N.H., shortly after sunrise.
On one of those overnight drives I saw the most spectacular sunrise while driving through the White Mountains.
Lately, however, I have been making the trip with one or both of my sons. They are excited to get up there, but do not share my neuroses about it and can sleep through the night. Even so, I usually toss and turn most of the night wishing we could just get on the road already. I typically allow them to sleep until 5:30 or 6 before I start rallying the troops.
Such was the case a few weeks ago, when I made my first trip of the year up north. My older son, Andrew, now 14, Continue reading