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It Was Epic
This article was first published as Das Boot in Nr. 40, the October 2018 issue of International Sidecar Traveller It took us almost a week to get packed, after work and in our spare moments. It took longer than that to convince my brother, Andy, and my good...
Unsettled Weather
The end of summer is collapsing into a cycle of unsettled weather. A hot day with clear blue sky will suddenly cloud up and let loose a torrent of rain. The night will go black and crack open in streaks of lightning, thunder echoing and rolling across the...
Right as Rain
Moss Creek
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Not A Bad Weekend
I had Friday off. Robert came up and we worked on the dugout canoe. Rob went home Saturday. Before he did, we rode the Triumph up the hill and hiked down to the Big Rock for a beer. On our way back, we collected some ironwood for future cooking projects. ...
Good Morning
5/1/26 5:45 43F (6C) Birds sing in a pale blue morning shaded pink around the edges. A light breeze sways the birch. Good morning. ...
Good Morning
4/30/26 4:45 41F (5C) The sky is clear and dark, pierced by stars. The moon should be nearly full. I expected it to be shining brightly in the southwest, but it must be too low, behind the ridge. The birds are just beginning to stir. It was quiet until...
Good Morning
4/29/26 6:00 39F (3.8C) Clear, blue sky. A whisper of breeze, heavy dew on the deck. The orchard fans are rumbling again. The birds are a little slow to wake this morning. Perhaps the moon, nearly full last night, disturbed their sleep. ...
Good Morning
4/28/26 5:45 44F (6.66C) Clear with tattered pink clouds moving across a light blue sky. A jay preens himself as an inconstant breeze stirs the willows. The birds sound like an orchestra warming up, playing scales and fragments of stanza. Amidst the honks and...
Good Morning
4/27/26 5:30 42F (5.5C) Mostly clear with the tickle of a breeze. Birds sing in the dull luminosity of dawn. Somewhere, a woodpecker is hammering. Walter has done his lap of the perimeter, barking where necessary. Now he rests wachfully on the deck....
