Rondinones' Adventures

What could be worse than having your wife hire three guys to beat you to death and throw your body down a well? How about having your wife h...

Nearly twenty-five years after I last climbed out from beneath the ground of Sugar Hill, four of us donned our climbing gear and made the tw...

Trudging up a mountainside in central Massachusetts one drizzly Sunday, if I'd have stopped to contemplate my mission I would have put m...

Of all the places I have written or plan to write about, the one I have visited more often than any other is Fort Dearborn at Odiorne Point ...

It's hard to imagine that a 20-foot stone tower could go largely unnoticed within the town it was built, but that's just what seems ...

As an adult, I once spent an entire summer in my backyard each night building a treehouse with my friend Barry. The appeal of having a club...

Earlier this spring a friend asked me if I'd want to take a mountain bike ride with him that included traveling almost four miles under...

In 1875, seventeen year old Josie Langmaid began her morning walk to school in Pembroke, New Hampshire. She never arrived. A search ensued, ...

While caught up in an Internet wormhole one day I came across a picture of an arched, stone staircase, standing alone in the woods. The stai...