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Blast From the Past

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 1: Getting There

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

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

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

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

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

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,...