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- Muddy Water April 22, 2021
- The Soul of Snow February 21, 2021
- The Golden Circle December 19, 2020
- Forest Castles September 24, 2020
- Giants August 20, 2020
- Forest Rising August 11, 2020
- The Trip North July 22, 2020
- Conglomerated Consequences July 15, 2020
- Two Snows July 8, 2020
- Onto The Snow March 16, 2020
- Antique-ing June 12, 2019
- River’s Edge May 6, 2019
- Storm March 24, 2019
- Crossing The Devil February 10, 2019
- Two Valleys November 5, 2018
- Roadies on the Prowl October 31, 2018
- The Crossing November 29, 2017
- Among The Trees May 2, 2017
- Backroad To Lemhi November 19, 2015
- Whither The Water March 18, 2015
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Muddy Water
Night was lifting at the White House Trailhead. Lights were popping up in tents and vehicles around the circular drive. I rose from my simple camper platform to the desert crispness. Not far away my son, Matthew, and five of … Continue reading
The Soul of Snow
I looked outside and saw trees, both skeleton-like and evergreen, covered in snow. It’s that time, bright white and deep shadow. This always makes me revert back to my Ansel-Adams-devotee days, to the clarity, the snap of his images, to … Continue reading
The Golden Circle
Today is groundhog day in my land of the hunkered. A friend just brought holiday cookies. Did we sit and catch up? No. We exchanged our gifts and bumped fists. She went on. I returned to my tasks. I’ve done … Continue reading
Forest Castles
“The Hills Are Alive With The Sound Of Music” sang Maria Von Trapp, rejoicing in escape into her refuge as the nazi turmoil approached. The hills are still alive and still a refuge. In them I find forests of tall … Continue reading
Giants
A sense of place, over time, can be magic. That’s what I found recently as we followed a trail of names. Tired of our small space next to a dusty trail, Jessie and I flew the coop. We went north, … Continue reading
Forest Rising
The forest was dense with trees and bushes, its shade cool and calming. I was sitting in that shade, among the bushes, gathering the magical berry of the northwest, the blue (Cascade) huckleberry. Such an activity up in the northern … Continue reading
The Trip North
I had to travel north. When I talked of my 19 hour challenge, my wife suggested a twist: make it an unexpected adventure. I did, traveling the first twelve hours from Tuba City, Az, past Monument Valley (tightly closed), through … Continue reading
Conglomerated Consequences
I took a walk, a short one not so very far from my home. I parked near the trailhead for Griffith Spring and headed down a bit, on a one mile loop trail. The trail wound through Ponderosas, both tall … Continue reading
Two Snows
I look forward to the quiet roar of winter snow on my land. The subtle crunch of frozen pine needles under the first falling energizes me. As powder rises toward our average 100 inches, I eagerly strap on snowshoes and … Continue reading
Onto The Snow
It was winter, the season of snowfall, the season of beginnings. The range of life was shrunken. In native cultures, this would be the time to sit around fires and tell the sacred stories. I wanted to head to the … Continue reading