Welcome to Aging Adventurist
Thank you for visiting and for your interest in aging with adventure and finding adventure in aging!
I am Eric Weld, aka the Aging Adventurist. I live and love everything adventure – taking adventures, studying about adventure, writing about adventure, and helping others experience adventure in their lives.
Recent Blog Posts
- Cycling in HanoiOrganized chaos. Emphasis on chaos. Light pencil under organized. Riding bike in Hanoi is exhilarating, harrowing, insane and at times awesome. Cycling here is unlike any other city I’ve cycled in. That includes Shanghai, Tokyo, New York, Vienna (e-scooter), Bangkok, London and Athens. All those cities have their frenetic pace, but it’s somehow more contained, …
- Human History’s Greatest Invention?The bicycle. Okay, I love bikes, and my bikes, so of course I think of bikes as the greatest invention. But hear me out. I know people who are not cyclists will argue vociferously against my claim of bikes as the greatest human invention. Some might have strong arguments. Some non-cyclists seem to actively hate …
- My Last Time on Katahdin?God, I hope not. I hiked up the iconic mountain deep in Maine’s Baxter Park with my daughter, Livvy, on a spectacular Saturday, July 18. Livvy was embarking on an Appalachian Trail thru-hike, for the second time, going SOBO (southbound) this time. The famous trail’s northern terminus is located at the summit of Mount Katahdin, …
- Out of Virginia
It only took six months, but I’ve finally escaped Virginia. Crossing the Appalachian Trail border into Tennessee, about 3.5 miles south of Damascus (Va.), was a long-coming revelation. Don’t get me wrong. Virginia is a beautiful state. It has the Shenandoahs and the Blue Ridge mountains. It has charming towns and wonderful people. But for … - Midday Escape from Daleville
It was broad daylight. Around 11 a.m. I’d been trapped in Daleville for nearly two days. Holed up inside a kind of fortress that brazenly displayed a neon sign out front: “Super 8,” its bright yellow light screamed through the night. I knew I had to get out, by any means necessary. Daleville the town …