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Cabin Fever
This story first appeared in International Sidecar Traveller #43 April, 2019 Winter had been a long, dreary affair, with a succession of snow, cold rain, ice and more snow. Come February, I was done with it, but it did not appear to be done with me. Out of...
2020 Winter Camp
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Scouting Outing -Looking for a Campsite
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January Excursion to South Prairie
My brother and I decided to take advantage of the unusually mild weather and went for a little excursion into the Gifford Pinchot yesterday. We ran into ice about the time we ran out of pavement, small patches at first, then long stretches which formed a treacherous,...
Too Light
It seems obvious that adding a third wheel will increase the stability of your motorcycle. The realty is a little more complicated - it is all about balance.... [video width="320" height="240"...
Good Morning
8/13/25 7:00 62 (16.6) A clear, windless morning, smelling faintly of burnt toast. I don't see any new fire alerts, so it must be from a distance. The sun is cresting the ridge. Happy birthday to my youngest brother, Andy. And happy...
Good Morning
8/12/25 6:00 62f (16.6c) Clear sky, I smell ripe blackberries on the morning breeze. I don't hear the...
Good Morning
8/11/25 6:00 61f (16.1c) No wind, clear sky. I hear lots of truck traffic. Ladders are banging in the orchard across the street. Walter is barking at the crew as they start down the rows. I holler at the dog, but he is determined to drive them...
Good Morning
8/10/25 5:45 59f (15c) Amy gets home from California today. The full moon is dropping behind Willow Flat. I hear a whistle, a chirp, the flutter of wings. A dove coos over by the creek. The rooster interrupts with raucous...
Good Morning
8/9/25 7:00 57f (13.8c) Clear sky, with a hint of breeze tickling the corn. The moon, full tonight, has set; the sun begins to rise above the east ridge. It is quiet against the intermittent intrusion of modernity, faint and in the background:...
