I run, hike, and dance whenever the calendar allows — usually with my husband and kids in tow, and often with a phone camera close by. This page is the trail log — where I’ve been, what each route actually took, and the ones I keep going back to.
Twelve days of trekking to 17,958 ft, on the back of eight months of preparation — more than 60 hikes plus strength and cardio work. Above 15,000 ft my blood oxygen dropped and every step had to be earned with a full breath, which is where “one step at a time” stopped being a figure of speech and became the only way up.
A short, steep pull up the Trotternish escarpment to the basalt pinnacle the hill is named for — grass, then scree, then the whole Sound of Raasay open behind you. The kind of hike that costs an hour and pays for the entire trip.
The highest peak in the Northeast and one of the most exposed summits anywhere: it held the world record for surface wind speed, 231 mph, for more than 60 years. One of the mountains I kept coming back to while training for Nepal.
A glacial pass cut between the southern Presidentials and the Willey Range, with trailheads stacked along Route 302 — including the climb to Arethusa Falls, the tallest waterfall in the state. Close enough to Boston to be a standing weekend habit rather than a trip.
The largest natural sandstone arch in the Sedona area — roughly four miles round trip from the Dry Creek trailhead, across red dirt and slickrock, finishing with a walk out onto the span itself.
A flat cliff plateau standing 1,982 ft straight above the Lysefjord, reached by about five miles of stone steps set into the hillside. There is no railing at the top, which is the point — you walk out and the fjord simply drops away.
Mount Monadnock and Mount Washington were the training ground for Nepal. The full account of that trek — and the five things it taught me about building a company — is written up in Women Who Win. Read the full story →