Stephen and Jim S. gave me a Sugoi brand running hat and scarf for Christmas. It sealed my fate as a year-round runner. I loved my hat so, that upon its first outing I decided it needed to travel even further than it had on my head, and I sent this picturemail

from my phone to Stephen and Jim from the middle of the run (with the subject line, “Sugoi!” which means “Fantastic!” in Japanese). A tradition was born.
Outside our favorite Mexican restaurant on Lincoln, Fernando’s.
You see where this is going, don’t you? Every time the hat goes out, the phone comes, too. The pictures are low-res and often just plain bad, taken at arm’s length from my head, but, if they had given me a garden gnome for Christmas, well, the results would have been pretty much the same.
Me, Jesus, Mary, Joseph and some reindeer.The pictures that follow are a sampling of the large and important body of work that is The Voyage of the Hat. I will continue to update at random intervals until the spring. |
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Home in Kent for the Christmas holidays with Jim. |
New Year’s Eve with Stephen, earning our future drinks. |
At play after work in the dark of winter. |
Craving a cocktail early in the morning? |
Shortly after this moment, we were met by a herd of deer! |
Cue the music, the fellowship of Ravenswood (one hat to rule them all, and in the darkness…) |
Near the famous Montrose Sinkhole |
Not every run is a good run. The wearer declined to be photographed. |
| Where will Stacey and her hat go next? Stay tuned! | |
Me, Jesus, Mary, Joseph and some reindeer.The pictures that follow are a sampling of the large and important body of work that is The Voyage of the Hat. I will continue to update at random intervals until the spring.
Home in Kent for the Christmas holidays with Jim.
New Year’s Eve with Stephen, earning our future drinks.
At play after work in the dark of winter.
Craving a cocktail early in the morning?
Shortly after this moment, we were met by a herd of deer!
Cue the music, the fellowship of Ravenswood (one hat to rule them all, and in the darkness…)
Near the famous Montrose Sinkhole
Not every run is a good run. The wearer declined to be photographed.