by Vernon Wade | Aug 17, 2019
Dave was a little skeptical of the lunch menu- Spam pudgie sandwiches cooked in the pie irons. Straight from the can, Spam is unappealing, pallid, pink and soft. The prevailing flavor is salt. Heated, it darkens, becoming almost brown. The texture gets firmer, even...
by Vernon Wade | Aug 16, 2019
I am at the side of the trail, eating blackberries just as fast as I can pick them. They stain my fingers red and dissolve in my mouth, this one sweet, that one tart. Thorns tear at my forearms as I reach inside the briars to twist free another berry. The trick...
by Vernon Wade | Aug 10, 2019
I don’t care for vodka, so never acquired a taste for Moscow Mules. Bourbon, however, is an entirely different story. In camp or on the back porch, the Kentucky Mule is sure to refresh. Go ahead, have another. You deserve it. Ingredients 1 oz...
by Vernon Wade | Aug 10, 2019
Holodiscus discolor, commonly called Ocean Spray, arrow-wood, or iron-wood, is one of the more abundant flowering shrubs in the Pacific Northwest. Known for its hardness it was used for tools by native people throughout the region. Ironwood was fashioned into...
by Vernon Wade | Aug 10, 2019
The evening sky goes gray, the smell of a summer storm hanging in the air the trees ripple in a wind pregnant with humidity night overwhelms evening, wrapping us in a blanket of darkness and the smell of ozone scorching ragged rips of lighting tear apart the black...
