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Dugout Canoe Project
I got a notion to try my hand at making a dugout canoe. A neighbor up the road gave me a cottonwood log and even helped me load it. Joel loaned me a trailer and Mike helped me retrieve the log last month. It's been sitting in my driveway ever since. ...
Three Bros in a Tipi
I just got home from a camping trip with my brothers. Don't tell them, but I love those guys. David and Andy are both younger than me. We used to fight all the time but somehow, we grew out of it. The three of us get along well now. In fact, I don’t know anyone...
Ironwood
Holodiscus discolor, commonly called Ocean Spray, arrow-wood, or ironwood, 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...
I’m A Fucking Genius
I’m stuck in the loop of “I’m a fucking genius!” followed by “This God damned thing!”. I guess using the Scrambler as a year-round daily commuter and camping mule is taking its toll. I got the rear brakes back together (I’m a fucking genius!), but they are...
Lost Creek Longhouse Chapter 6: Striking Camp
(Click here for Chapter 5) With only two days left in camp, the weather started to clear. As the sun crested the tree line Sunday morning, the meadow began to steam and the canvas started to dry. ...
Good Morning
11/27/25 5:00 42F (5.5C) Cool, damp and dark. There is no wind. After a brief pause, it has started to rain again. Inside the tipi was dry and smoke curled from the ashes of last night's fire. I soon had a merry blaze ignited and piled hardwood on to hold it...
Good Morning
11/26/25 6:30 40F (4.4C) Cloudy, cool and damp. The downpour stopped sometime after I went to bed last night. The ashes inside the lodge were still warm this morning and I was able to easily rekindle the fire. The pumpkin rings didn't get wet and continue to...
Good Morning
11/25/25 6:00 36F (2.2C) Calm, foggy, dark. Amy is up. Traffic is beginning to move. I hear a truck's back up alarm somewhere down the road. Walter is barking. The rooster is crowing. I am still waking up. Everyone seems to be ahead of me this Tuesday...
Good Morning
11/24/25 5:00 40F (4.4C) Dark, clear, calm. The tattered remnants of last night's rain clouds lie like discarded rags around the periphery of a moonless sky pierced by an infinity of stars. ...
Good Morning
11/23/25 5:30 42F (5.5C) Dark, foggy, with a hint of coyote. I just heard a gun go off, echos rumbling across Willow Flat. Walter is disgruntled and unnerved by the noise. ...
