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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....
Cottonwood Tinder
This time of year the cotttonwoods shed seeds...
Good Morning
11/17/25 5:30 49F (9.4C) Cloudy, dark, raining lightly. By 6:00 the rain had stopped and fog was creeping in around rhe edges of the canyon. I put Walter back in the house. He's eating breakfast and now everything out here is silent. If it weren't for the glare...
Good Morning
11/16/25 5:00 45F (7.2C) Still, dark, partially cloudy. Not a whisper this morning, nothing moving, no one talking. Low in the east, a splinter of moon shines through the crotch of the maple. Soon, perhaps tomorrow, it will wane away to nothing. ...
Good Morning
11/15/25 5:30 50F (10C) Dry, and calm. A multitude of stars winks between the broken clouds. The waning crescent moon floats in the east, just beginning its transit. Walter is patrolling the perimeter, barking out the occasional challenge. "Who goes...
Good Morning
11/14/25 6:30 51F (11C) Cloudy. There is a faint breeze, it is relatively warm, and raining. The dog woke me, licking my face at a quarter after six. It was already light by the time I'd made my tea and gone out to the hot tub. It started cloudy and gray with...
Good Morning
11/13/25 6:00 46F (7.7C) It is a dark, cloudy morning , featuring fog punctuated by drizzle. A quiet morning so far. Even the dog hasn't much to say. ...
