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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. ...
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...
Good Morning
4/8/26 5:30 41F (5C) Clear sky with no wind. The moon is waning gibbous, low and due south, above the head of the canyon. The frogs have surrendered the stage to a chorus of birds who are enthusiastically serenading the dawn. Walter Dawg keeps watch as...
Good Morning
4/7/26 6:30 54F (12C) Mostly clear blue with pink shading a few wisps of clouds. A light breeze is rising, then losing its ambition, fades away. The moon is three-quarters and waning . It peeks through the pines as it sets. The oaks are budding. The...
Good Morning
4/6/26 5:45 45F (7.2C) Warm and calm. The moon wanes gibbous, low in the south and at the end of its transit above the canyon. Spring is near bursting this morning, tumescent with biological imperative. The predawn dark is filled with trills and...
Good Morning
4/5/26 5:20 42F (5.5C) Clear and calm and filled with birdsong. The owls are calling to each other. Frogs are croaking. The waning moon still looks full as it slides towards the west ridge. I think Scott has gone home. The lodge flickers with the light...
Good Morning
4/4/26 5:15 40F (4.4C) The birds are singing, the sky is clear. Only a few stars shine bright enough to prevail over the moonglow. I looked out the window and saw the moon waning gibbous drop behind the ridge. Scott spent the night in the tipi after...
