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July 25, 2003 Row Housing College crew teams and the summer Olympics have perpetuated an image of rowing that includes several people stacked in a boat, engaged in synchronized arm movement, as one person with a head-set crouches in front, yelling orders to the rest of the team.
July 17, 2003 Horsing around I couldn't have gotten the e-mail offer at a better time. Hidden amid the junk mail that promised cheap prices to expand my chest, was an offer that promised fun, adventure, good friends and riding horses.	July 11, 2003 Get the shot Does this sound familiar? You are in a mountain meadow surrounded by wildflowers of every color, so you take a picture. Farther along, your hiking partner looks cool up ahead on the trail, dwarfed by a wall of granite so you take another picture.
July 4, 2003 Let it rip TEEING OFF AND CATCHING ON — I can toss a lid and huck a disc. I just didn't know I could, until I met Roy Doar.	June 27, 2003 Whitewater Locally As temperatures rise on the Seacoast, thoughts turn back to getting wet, and Whitewater rafting in New England is a great alternative to water parks and dips in the ocean. A misconception is that rafting is usually done out West or solely in the springtime. But thanks to power companies and hydroelectricity, several of New England's rivers are dam-controlled and suitable for whitewater rafting in the summer.
June 20, 2003 Taking on Water PORTSMOUTH — If you're a water hound, like me, summer starts when you can smell the ocean. The first faint salt-laden breeze has me dusting off gear and remounting the car rack.	May 2, 2003 May Planner Take a little-known mountain, mix it with a beautiful spring day, bear and moose signs, and a couple of feet of snow pack — and you have a recipe for adventure
April 25, 2003 Hut hopping A unique network of eight mountain huts — each a day's hike apart — stretches 56 miles along the Appalachian Trail through the White Mountain National Forest in New Hampshire, amid some of the most spectacular scenery in the East.	April 18, 2003 What goes up, must come down An adrenaline high is a funny thing. Over the years, in a search for it, I admit to having put myself in some precarious situations. While some (including my mother and wife) may find the exploits hazardous, I never once considered any of my outdoor pursuits to be life-threatening. Every detail is well thought out and checked ahead of time.
April 11, 2003 Bye, bye Aunt Jemima I tried to remember if I'd ever taken a drink directly from a five-gallon bucket before, as I lifted the white one full of sugar-maple sap to my lips. No. I definitely hadn't. I was in Don Black's back yard, learning the tricks of the sugaring trade, and I thought he was kidding when he told me to drink from the bucket — even though I'd considered it myself a half-hour earlier when I was waiting for him to meet me.	April 4, 2003 A well-kept secret At the Albert B. Lester Memorial Hostel in Conway everyone has stockinged feet. The four travelers relaxing, eating snacks in the dining room when I came in were no exception. I felt the floor through my socks and looked around before taking a seat next to Pete and Reggie — two men who were 49 and 55 respectively.
March 26, 2003 Spring skiing – Katahdin style MT. KATAHDIN, Maine — It's the stuff of legends. It looms over the landscape, standing sentinel to hundreds of miles of the most remote country this side of the Rockies.	March 19, 2003 Bunking for the night RESTING EASY — I fell asleep to the harmonic hum of the fridge and the heater and to the sound of water swimming through the pipes in the walls.
March 12, 2003 Mainely skiing FOLLOWING DAD — Keeping up with my dad on cross country skis is only possible on the days he's "taking it easy." So I pinned him down for an afternoon free-style-ski just two days after he'd raced a marathon in Vermont — figuring he'd be tired.	March 5, 2003 Ski the real Pleasnat Mountain BRIDGTON, Maine — Some of us who have been around awhile remember when the Maine ski area Shawnee Peak was called Pleasant Mountain. No doubt some marketing type decided a more svelte name was needed to attract the crowds, hence the name Shawnee, with its catchy "Peak."
February 26, 2003 Girls get their groove going in a womens-only tele-skiing camp ON THE SLOPES AND SEARCHING — The more I heard about the Groove, the more I wanted to find it. Seven women invaded a corner of an otherwise empty bar on the second floor of a ski lodge. On a February Saturday, before the lifts opened or the gondola climbed its first cable, they were sharing a breakfast buffet of fresh fruit and yogurt.	February 19, 2003 Telemarking, a heel lot of fun In the past few years, telemark skiing has exploded – for lots of reasons. It looks cool. It's a workout. You can ski off-trail, and – oh, did I already mention, it looks cool.
February 12, 2003 No delight in Ecuador COTOPAXI VOLCANO, South America — BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! ... I slowly emerge from the fog of sleep to the alarm screaming out the time, which happens to be 4:30 am.	February 5, 2003 Tubing tantrum ON AN ICY PLAYGROUND — Flying down a hill at 25 miles per hour on a rubber tube made me laugh uncontrollably. And I was a tubing-park cynic.
January 29, 2003 Winter weather won't hedge a hike on UHN trail HEDGEHOG MOUNTAIN — The bank thermometers in Ossipee and Conway read -15 and -17 as I headed up Route 16 to meet my friend Andy for a little winter hiking. Because of the cold winter and persistent snow pack, I had been getting out on my skis or snowshoes for an hour or so a few days a week, and I felt conditioned for winter temperatures, but -17 sounded really cold.	January 22, 2003 Snowshoe guru leads three-mile tour beneath a silvery moon PORTSMOUTH — Two gray and fuzzy ears stood straight up from underneath our guide's head-lamp, as he rummaged through the back of his Toyota 4Runner — trying to fit us with the perfect snowshoes.
January 15, 2003 You'll need a blizzard of bucks to afford new equipment "You know you need new boots don't you?" That's the sound of the guy at a nearby ski and snowboard shop bursting my bubble. I was dropping off my boots so they could mount my brand-new bindings onto my brand-new skis that I had just bought from them the week before.	January 8, 2003 A trick-y generation RYE — Old Man Skate night at the Rye Airfield Skatepark may conjure images of bespectacled, white-haired men speeding down huge vert ramps, sparks flying off wheelchair wheels. Skateboarding is an endeavor generally believed possible in the realm of the young. An "old man" in skating parlance could be edging toward 19.
January 3, 2003 Get a grip Aid Climbing — Climbing by pulling or resting on gear that is either placed or fixed into the rock. Aid routes are also called "Nail Ups."	December 25, 2002 Stiff competition DOVER — In one marble hallway of Dover City Hall, a janitor changed the bag in a large, gray trash can. Above him, signs hung over quiet doorways, labeling municipal departments.
December 18, 2002 Zoning out at the gym Shorter, colder days and a full-time job have pushed me into my first gym membership — ever. I fought it for a while, telling myself I would run outside after work no matter how dark or how bitterly cold.	December 11, 2002 Fun and fright on four wheels CLAREMONT – Jostling around on the back of my father Tim's Sportsman 500, I turned in my seat and peered down the bumpy path behind us. Something was missing. "Uh oh," I said. "We lost Jess."
December 4, 2002 Sugarloaf, Carrabassett Valley, Maine Sugarloaf is now open! Hours: All lifts close at 3:50 p.m. Lifts open (wind and weather permitting): 8 a.m. Saturday and Sunday; 8:30 a.m. Mon day through Friday.	November 27, 2002 Ski resorts offer variety of passes this season Waterville Valley Threedom Passes. Includes Waterville Valley, Loon Mountain, and Cranmore.
November 20, 2002 The Last Ride PEDALING (AND SHIVERING) ON ROUTE 1A — The secret to cycling Route 1A in November is simple: pack ski gloves and a tide chart. OK, I've lost you already.	November 13, 2002 Boys to men ZEALAND FALLS HUT — For those who planned to hike or camp last summer and didn't, the White Mountains remain accessible, even at this time of year, and even with kids. You have to pick your weather and your trail carefully.
November 6, 2002 Girls of the gridiron ON THE 30 YARD LINE — "Contact." "I want to see what it feels like," said Rebecca Manson, jumping around to stay warm in the pelting rain. "I played field hockey and softball. I catch the ball in softball but not with my bare hands. Definitely the contact is what I am looking for — and the gear, football gear."	October 30, 2002 On frozen pond BIDDEFORD, Maine — I took three quick strides toward the corner to beat an opponent to the puck. I got there just before he did, and poked the puck against the boards and past him in the direction of the blue line.
October 23, 2002 Orienteering: Get lost, get found, have fun WALTHAM, Mass. — One parking lot at Prospect Hill Executive Park was nearly full on a Sunday. Long after employees from the adjacent offices had gone home for the weekend — and hours short of when they were expected to return — cars pulled in, one after another.	October 16, 2002 The Branch Officer On Belay — Brian Martin hugged the tree like a brother he hadn't seen in years. There was almost nothing to grab onto. A sturdy metal ladder had led to scattered pegs driven strategically into the rough pine bark, creating something like footholds.
October 9, 2002 Fall in a flurry WILD RIVER VALLEY — Somehow, the closer we got to our destination, the farther it seemed we had to go. With every passing mile, the road became more narrow and twisting, finally dwindling to a bumpy dirt road that terminated at the entrance to the Forest Service-run Wild River Campground.	October 2, 2002 Hooked on Camp Paradise KENNEBAGO LAKE, Maine — "I think this place is awesome, it's heaven," I said on my last day. "No," countered my brother-in-law, David Buffum, of Kennebunk, Maine. "Heaven has fish." Grant's Kennebago Camps in northern Maine offers shoreside access to a heavenly setting.
September 25, 2002 Seas the Moment ON THE ATLANTIC OCEAN — They were clockwork — in sync like an orchestra. Their communication was a foreign language to any non-sailor. Nautical terms and specific instructions.	September 18, 2002 On the road again There is nothing inherently fun about roller skiing. At least that's what the girls will tell you when they're killing time and building strength before snowfall.
September 11, 2002 North of the Border ROSE BAY, Nova Scotia — We drove off the ferry onto Canadian soil and, after waiting in line for a few minutes, were greeted by smiling customs agents. Everyone seems to be happy here, even terrorism-hardened border guards.	September 4, 2002 Walking on water I had to remind myself to turn around and look at the sky. The sunset at Wells Beach was screaming at me from behind, but the waves were also beckoning — and they were louder.
August 28, 2002 Lazin' on the Lamprey If your idea of a great summer's day is swimming off rope swings, searching for turtles, and just messing around in boats, then the Lamprey River's got your name written all over it. One of the longest rivers in the Seacoast, the Lamprey starts in Northwood, runs south, then flows east through much of Lee and Newmarket, eventually emptying out into Great Bay.	August 21, 2002 Double Trouble to the Nubble NORTHBOUND ON ROUTE 103 -- Mention tandem bicycling and friends have one of two reactions: Marital bliss worthy of the "Daisy, Daisy, give me your answer do," or Family Feud on Wheels.
August 14, 2002 Bridge Out(rageous!) TIED TO A BRIDGE IN YORK, Maine -- Who needs waves when you have current? At least this was my thinking as I lugged a tow rope and surfboard over the quarter mile man-made swath of land adjacent to the York River.	August 7, 2002 H2Woa! THE FORKS, Maine - "Here goes nothing," Tim yelled, as he leapt from the rock. A professional river guide with over 100 Kennebec River runs to his name, Tim had never experienced the river in quite this fashion.
July 31, 2002 I believe I can Fly HAMPTON— I'M FLYING! I'm in a two-person Piper Cub airplane and my flight instructor actually let me take the controls.	July 24, 2002 GRIPPING VIEW MT. CHOCORUA -- "You're kidding right?" "You want me to climb up that?" pleaded Carrie Niland, our Sherpa/photographer, from the backseat of our car as she gazed out the window.
July 17, 2002 Need For Speed LOUDON — A couple of rich guys may think they're all that on the outside, but on the race track all men and women are created equal. The only limits are the ones you place on yourself, unless someone adds a restricter plate to your power pack.	July 10, 2002 Wrest Stop IN THE MOMENT, IN THE BERKSHIRES -- Breathe in slowly. Feel it coming from your stomach, up through your lungs and into your throat, a deep, full breath.
July 3, 2002 Alla-bash SOMEWHERE DOWN MEMORY LANE - It's the first week of August and Ralph and I are driving on dirt logging roads to start our 92-mile canoe trip on the Allagash Wilderness Waterway in northern Maine.	June 26, 2002 Water World AWASH IN THE ATLANTIC - It was quickly bearing down on me. The only thing missing was the surround-sound cadence of the theme song from Jaws.
June 19, 2002 In Route PORTSMOUTH — Can you imagine explaining to someone in the 1970s that roller skates were on their way out because a new skate would allow street skating similar to ice skating?	June 12, 2002 Legend of the Fall Line ATOP TUCKERMAN RAVINE -- Steep is putting it kindly from this vantage. What was I thinking when Peter called Thursday afternoon with the outrageous proposal that we blow off our respective work the next day and ski Mt. Washington's Tuckerman Ravine.
June 5, 2002 Swell time SOMEWHERE EASTBOUND ON THE SEACOAST --I can't believe it. I'm stuck behind some gastropod in an enormous all-black Certified Centennial Everest Expedition Edition SUV.	May 29, 2002 High-Tech Scavenger Hunt There's something slightly irreverent about using a $12 billion satellite system to find a box of trinkets in a cave. Talk about your high-tech scavenger hunt.
May 24, 2002 Terrain station THE SUMMIT OF MOUNT AGAMENTICUS, Maine -- It was suppose to be one of those early season, slow-paced, no-shop-talk kind of rides.	May 15, 2002 Up A River PADDLING NORTH ON THE PISCATAQUA — Interested in disappearing off the map for a few hours? Does the prospect of no phone, no loud noises and no stress sound pretty good to you?