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Lost Creek Longhouse Chapter 3: Settling In
(click here for Chapter 2) It had been a warm, clear day when we started Saturday, but by mid afternoon the sky had gone slate-gray and opened up on us. We made camp in a torrential downpour. Mike had to leave before we were done setting up; Jason, Robert, and I...
Blast From the Past
Mike and Amy and I did a short wander in the Gifford Pinchot, hoping to find some boletes or some late season morels. Aside from a nice flush of Amanita, we got skunked. We swung by South Prairie, but Disappearing Lake has...
Lost Creek Longhouse Chapter 2: Setting Up
(click here to go to Chapter One) Our longhouse was essentially two tipis married with a ridgepole spanning the distance between them. Panels of canvas covered the center. This was the first time (and maybe the last) I attempted it. I brought thirty-two...
Lost Creek Longhouse Chapter 1: Getting There
Ultra-light camping is all well and good, but I had a somewhat different approach in mind for the expedition to Lost Creek. I wanted to build a longhouse. I wasn’t exactly sure how to put one together; I did know it would take all the canvas I had and a...
A Quick Overnight
This piece first appeared June 2018 as Meine Freiheit in Nr.38 of International Sidecar Traveller. By Monday afternoon I knew something had to be done. Work was beginning to take its toll, and I still had the rest of the week to go....
Good Morning
10/9/25 6:30 51F (10.5C) No wind. Cloudy and raining lightly. It looks like we had a good soaking last night. I think I got everything that would be a nuisance to get wet off the truck and put away yesterday, but I still need to unload the tipi poles. ...
Good Morning
10/8/25 7:00 40F (4.4C) Blue sky with a light breeze coming up the canyon. It's Wednesday morning, the last day in camp. The creek is nattering on like a garrulous old man. Somewhere upstream a squirrel is chatting with the birds, who whistle incredulously at...
Good Morning
Tuesday morning 10/7/25 7:30 40F (4.4C) Clear blue sky. The sun is just kissing the tree tops up on the canyon rim. There is no wind here. I can hear the logging show about a mile away. They started moving equipment about an hour...
Good Morning
10/6/25 Good Monday morning to you. 7:30 38F (3.3C) but it feels colder. Heating water for tea while my brother and Robert sleep. ...
Good Morning
10/5/25 Good morning. 6:00 and cold enough to see my breath but comfortable by the fire. I am not sure if I hear Walter or Jason, but someone is snoring in the tipi, loud enough to scare the bears. Sipping my tea and listening to the brook babble stories to me,...
