Trailheads Nation was gripped with dread that its heroes had disbanded like The Beatles and were each off doing solo projects. After all, we all think we’re “the cute one.” People panicked– what would eager readers do for their hiking and barbecue news? Worry not, our fretful friend, we are back after our mysterious absence, and no, we have no solo projects to share (although Brad did learn the sitar).    Where were the Trailheads these past weeks? We were not in India visiting the Maharishi...

Trailheads had our fourth annual holiday party at Brad’s pad, and everyone had a grand time. Our lovely mates somehow survived an evening of our hijinks, made worse when fueled by alcohol. Brad makes Manhattans that Patrick swears were Timothy Leary’s original recipe. Despite our recent legal squabbles and infighting, the room was filled with merriment, love, great food, and joy. We even made special Trailheads ornaments to adorn the tree. Charlie Brown got nothing on us—except for Snoopy,...

It’s a mad, mad, mad, mad world after all. Up is down, wrong is right, and the lion lies down with the lamb to count sheep.   Weeks ago, three hikers declared themselves “the handsome Trailheads” (read about it here) and were sued by the two less-attractive members and the recently retired-from-hiking-but-not-from-lunching member, Roy Tumbles.  A worried nation girded its loins (which is more repulsive than erotic) and hoped the gang could resolve the matter amicably. They feared the...