The Saucy Chronicles

The dependable Trailheads, who Brad has labeled The Terrific Trailheads Trio (Guy, Brad, and Patrick) gathered to walk the Grant Park Trail.  Steve and George were traveling, seperately, and no doubt waiting in long airport security lines, as ICE agents watched them while sipping their lattes.   Trailheads last made the Grant Park trek almost three years ago, and we detailed its fascinating history (the place isn’t named for who you think). Learn all about the story here . Of

It was almost springtime, but not Springtime for Hitler (the fictional play within a play in Mel Brooks’ 1967 film The Producers , which he later made into a hit Broadway musical, and then a 2005 movie adaptation of the play (whew!). Mother Nature awakened from her winter sleep and invited us to play on a beautiful day. So naturally, Trailheads sought the company of the 70,000 dearly departed at Historic Oakland Cemetery.  Established in 1850, this is the oldest continuously

Trail Master gave the sad news that our girl, Fio, had a “crick in her neck” from catching Frisbees.  “That’s the dog equivalent of pickleball elbow,” Dr. Patrick said. “I recommend anti-inflammatories and McKenzie Method exercises. And avoid plastic circular objects.” “Shut up,” Guy responded, teary-eyed. “She’s just a helpless baby. And I hate pickleball.”   Elvis arrived with Brad in tow (he’s his dedicated Uber). The muscular beast immediately started playing with another

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 visiti

We witnessed a miracle this week as Roy rose from his bed of frequent minor ailments and major excuses to join his friends for a hike. Joyous Steve dropped to his knees and cheered, “Hosannas” at the sight of the prodigal Trailhead’s return to the fold. George is still exploring the wilds of Oregon, hiking along with Carole and a couple of jokers named Lewis and Clark, who are so adept in the wilds they don’t even need the AllTrails app. “Is this the Oregon Trail?” George as

While the official roster of Trailheads consists of five outdoor-loving, hiking enthusiasts – and one air conditioner-loving,...

A worried world heaved a collective sigh of relief as Trail Master Guy assembled an almost-full crew to hike this week. Hiking fans...

Brad returned from Maine to join his booted mates. Although we didn’t ask him, we’re confident he hiked down the Appalachian Trail for...

It was an action-packed hike in Trailheads Land this week. Trail Master Guy rallied Steve, Brad, and Patrick. George tapped out because...

We posed for a selfie by a fallen tree and noticed something on top of it. There were a couple of kinky Teddy Bears bound together. Had we discovered a toy BDSM scene? What’s wrong with kids these days?! Would we soon see a Ken doll with a red gag ball in its mouth? We blushed and walked away in disgust. 

Amicalola is a Cherokee word that means “Tumbling waters” in English. And, oh, does that water ever tumble—729 feet from the top of a...

A leader must always be on guard for dissent among the troops. The undercurrent of grumbles can rise into a chorus of bellyaches, and...

It’s been a busy time in Trailheads Country, which is a lot like Marlboro Country without all the macho cowboy crap, chaps, heavy...

Your mom warned you about having friends like Trailhead Brad. He’s a man who plays by his own rules, rebels against authority, and...

On some hikes, it’s not the trails that are the adventure but the people you meet along the way.  This week, we hiked the Lullwater Loop...

Trailheads were a rudderless ship this week, with Trail Master Guy absent on the road. The world had wondered if the gang of misfits...

If you’re a hippopotamus, it’s hard to hide. That’s a classic opening line for a novel, eh? With each adult beast weighing over 3,000...

As the Trailheads vehicles rolled into the East Palisades Trail parking lot, we immediately kept our eyes peeled. Now, we’re not normally...

Some helpful travel advice: If you ever see a bucktoothed cartoon beaver while traveling, make a pit stop.  Patrick recently visited the...

This week’s tale is a moving story about a hike and lunch, with a surprising twist ending: We switched up our barbecue diet. Crazy,...