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Out in the Midday Sun
The Gifford Pinchot National Forest is a magical place. Elk, deer, bears, and cougars wander through the tall trees and berry fields. Caves and outcroppings of weirdly contorted lava dot the landscape. During...
Looking Sharp
Jason came over after work with his Edge Pro kit and sharpened our knives. I cooked while Jason worked his way through our collection of knives. We had BBQ beef sandwiches, roasted zucchini , and Wy'East rosé. ...
Lava Creek Scout
Walter and I went out in the woods, looking for a new camp site. We scouted along the canyon above Lava Creek. I wanted...
Fire Tacks
Throwback Thursday – Walter’s First Ride
June 20th, 2016
Good Morning
6/14/26 5:30 53F (11.6C) A faint breeze ripples the leaves of a birch then fades away. A jet cracks the morning quiet, rumbling through a filigree of clouds stretched across blue sky. It disappears to the west, leaving no trace of its passage, not even a...
Good Morning
6/13/26 7:00 53F (11.6C) The sun is up, the sky is clear and blue. There is no wind. It is a relatively quiet Saturday morning. A plane drones by. The dog pauses his barking. The chatter of birds singing, squawking, and chirping fills that empty space. Good...
Good Morning
6/12/26 6:00 50F (10C) Clear sky, no wind. Another beautiful blue sky day. The dog is baying at the neighbors and a cherry cannon is booming somewhere over by Middle Mountain. I am drinking ice tea this morning. The power winked off at 5:59. Not...
Good Morning
6/11/26 6:00 44F (6.66C) The sky is as blue as a robin's egg. Not a breath of wind stirs the sun dappled leaves on the maple. A squadron of jays patrol my airspace while Walter Dawg guards the perimeter. The corn has grown three inches since yesterday....
Good Morning
6/10/26 6:30 51F (10.5C) A faint breeze sways the willows and birch. The sun is up in a blue sky bordered by clouds. I watch a jay chase a squirrel through the oak canopy. Walter has joined the canine gossip, barking his contributions from the fence...
