About Ian Strever

Ian Strever is an outdoor enthusiast who moved to Falls Village five years ago to become the Assistant Principal at Housatonic Valley Regional High School. He has explored the local area on foot, on bike, on ski, and on snowshoe, and has written about it for The Lakeville Journal and on his blog, outdoorsct.wordpress.com. He graduated with a BA in English from Albright College, and MA in English with a Writing Focus from Western Connecticut University, and a MA in Educational Leadership from the University of Bridgeport. He has taught English at the high school and college levels, and his prose and poetry have appeared in a number of publications for nationwide audience

Southern New England by Contrast

This is a beautiful part of the country, it really is. At least once a week, a certain slant of light or the fleeting glimpse of a fox reminds me how lucky we are to live amidst such natural wonders.

But March?

This year, that fifth month of winter nudged me toward a madness that inspired the […]

By |2022-05-28T18:19:15-04:00May 28th, 2022|Our Environment|

Getting into the Flow

When interscholastic sports first appeared, it was in the form of school organizations that reached out to neighboring schools in the manner of colleges and universities. Track and field, baseball, and football clubs eventually became teams, which in turn spawned leagues, divisions, state championships, and cottage industries […]

By |2022-04-29T20:42:51-04:00April 29th, 2022|Featured Article|

The Peregrine

I hope this finds you in a quiet place: the armchair by the window, a glass of cabernet at your elbow. Or under a baffle of comforters, with the bed stand lamp the only light on in the house. I’d even take a bathroom, so long as […]

By |2022-03-14T10:19:28-04:00February 25th, 2022|Featured Article|

Blue Moon

The night required a couple layers of wool but no headlamp. As I stepped down from my truck at the Undermountain Trailhead in Salisbury, CT, a row of pines stood before me like a curtain, awash in moonlight, blue and bare like a Hopper painting, though no […]

By |2022-02-16T09:29:05-05:00January 28th, 2022|Featured Article|

Help Is Only A Click Away

There are few pieces of furniture as loyal as a couch. Part-time seating support, part-time napping support, they endure the clawing of cats, the gnawing of dogs, the marathon binge-watching sessions, and the rambunctious kid who trampolines all over them. Apple founder Steve Jobs famously spent a decade in search of the Goldilocks sofa, preferring […]

By |2021-01-04T11:26:26-05:00December 28th, 2020|Wellness|

The Trail Less Traveled

It’s a brilliant fall morning. You wake up, look out the window at the maples ablaze in yellow and decide to go for a hike. You throw a water bottle and a granola bar in a day pack, lace up your trail runners, and dash to the nearest trailhead, only to find it crammed with […]

By |2020-11-25T18:56:16-05:00November 25th, 2020|Our Environment|

Border Wars

Deep in Mount Washington State Forest is a waist-high piece of granite. Intrepid hikers with a few hours to burn can reach it without too much trouble for the experience of standing on three states at once. Position yourself on one side of it, you’re in New York. […]

By |2020-08-28T10:58:38-04:00August 28th, 2020|Featured Article|

A Culture of Cultures

What does an animal make of a pandemic? On various early morning bike rides this spring, I’ve startled foxes and bears as they saunter along our unusually quiet country roads, no doubt pleased that our iron horses have yielded such amiable byways to them. My stealthy approach catches […]

By |2020-07-29T16:44:23-04:00July 29th, 2020|Featured Article|

LaBonne’s – Your hometown market

These days, there are some places you just don’t want to go, and then there are places you just shouldn’t go. In his recent interview with the master of macabre, Stephen King, The New York Times’ David Marchese went to the latter.

He challenged the horror writer with an […]

By |2020-06-02T19:04:06-04:00June 2nd, 2020|Featured Article|

My Transfer Station

I love my transfer station, and I’m not the only one. There is something cathartic and freeing about dropping off one’s refuse at a site distant from one’s own house, but not too distant. Most of my life, I lived in places with trash pickup, where the handoff […]

By |2020-03-25T21:53:35-04:00March 25th, 2020|Featured Article|
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