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Master Link
Here's an old trick for keeping the clip in place on your master link. Yes, I know you can form an endless chain using a riveted link and not worry about losing a clip. But for those of us who prefer the flexibility afforded by a clipped master link, the old school...
October Tipi Camp on Pistol Creek
Andy,Rob and I set out Friday for Pistol Creek. Dave McF would join us on Saturday. We stopped to collect a set of poles I had left at Chanty Camp, foraging for mushrooms on our way up. Robert and I found only a few each, but my brother found enough chanterelles to...
The Drought Ends
Friday evening, September 17th, 2021 the drought ended with the first significant rainfall in many months. The Gifford Pinchot National Forest lifted its ban on campfires which had been in place since the beginning of June. More than four inches of rain...
Filling the Permit
Friday morning my brother went with me to help get the last 8 tipi poles to finish filling my permit. Even though I made it out of the house by 9:30 (an early start for me) it was late by the time we got to the woods. We spent a good deal of time stuck in...
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...
Good Morning
4/6/26 5:45 45F (7.2C) Warm and calm. The moon wanes gibbous, low in the south and at the end of its transit above the canyon. Spring is near bursting this morning, tumescent with biological imperative. The predawn dark is filled with trills and...
Good Morning
4/5/26 5:20 42F (5.5C) Clear and calm and filled with birdsong. The owls are calling to each other. Frogs are croaking. The waning moon still looks full as it slides towards the west ridge. I think Scott has gone home. The lodge flickers with the light...
Good Morning
4/4/26 5:15 40F (4.4C) The birds are singing, the sky is clear. Only a few stars shine bright enough to prevail over the moonglow. I looked out the window and saw the moon waning gibbous drop behind the ridge. Scott spent the night in the tipi after...
Good Morning
4/3/26 5:45 35F (1.6C) Some clouds, a few stars, a chorus of birds against the distant drumming of orchard fans. Apparently, I missed the moonset. It must have dipped below the ridge just before I came out, leaving behind a sky glowing blue. It looks...
Good Morning
4/2/26 5:15 36F (2.2C) Scattered stars shine through broken clouds. The moon, just past full, is setting behind the oaks. An owl hoots down by the creek. I step into the hot tub and sit down before I realize it is cold. Not intolerably cold, but too cold...
