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Voyage on Pistol Creek

Voyage on Pistol Creek

            Pistol Creek was shaping up to be an excellent choice for a new campsite, but the trail in was a concern. It is a long haul for the tipi covers and heavier gear – doable, but might there be an easier way?             The obvious solution was to float our...

Pistol Creek

Pistol Creek

Winter was dry. Spring was drier. By the time June rolled around, it was impossible to deny: we were in the middle of a full-on, record-breaking drought.  We went all summer without a drop of rain. Day after day the temperatures crept higher - a few weeks in the...

Good Morning

Good Morning

    3/10/26 6:50 30F (-1C) The sky is clear except for a few straggling strands of clouds who didn't get the memo. The light has that peculiar shade of blue that comes early on a crisp winter morning: a deep illumination, not bright, but not dim. Ducks...

Good Morning

Good Morning

    3/9/26 7:00 40F (4.4C) Thin overcast. It was sprinkling but seems to have  stopped. The waning half moon hangs in a patch of blue, low in the south, behind the birches. Walter is having a spirited conversation with the dog across the street.  A dog up...

Good Morning

Good Morning

    3/8/26 8:00 50F (10C) Coudy and dry, with a light wind. The lodge pole ribbons are fluttering and the willows sway in the breeze. It seems like the crocus and the daffodils have all bloomed overnight. This morning is frantic with birds, all chirping,...

Good Morning

Good Morning

    3/7/26 6:00 48F (8.8C) Overcast and dry. It is a gray,  windless morning. Walter is barking at an early dog walker. There is a squirrel  chattering full scold in the oaks. Robins and jay's flit about. A flock of small birds is eating the blossoms off the...

Good Morning

Good Morning

    3/6/26 6:30 43F (6C) Cloudy with patches of blue.  No wind, no rain.   The sun tops Snakehead ridge, flaring golden-yellow through a crack in the clouds. I  hear turkeys calling from the tall trees up the canyon. Birds are singing, the rooster  is...