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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
4/17/26 7:00 37F (2.7C) Calm and quiet. I slept late this morning, clinging to dreams which faded and disappeared as soon as I opened my eyes. Patches of white clouds decorate the blue sky. Birds trill sweetly. A dove coos. Squirrels chatter as...
Good Morning
4/16/26 6:00 34F (1C) Cold, partial clearing, no wind on the ground. The temperature has dropped. Orchard fans are thrumming. It rained all day yesterday and through a good deal of the night. There is snow on the hills up behind the house. We actually...
Good Morning
4/15/26 6:00 46F (7.7C) Cool, wet, and gray. A slight breeze wags the birch catkins and flutters the sodden ribbons at the tips of the lodgepoles. It is raining hard. I can barely hear the birds singing over the steady tattoo of raindrops. Perhaps it...
Good Morning
4/14/26 6:30 40F (4.4C) Uniform grey overcast, light breeze, dry for the moment. I slept in. It was already light when I opened my eyes. Walter got tired of waiting for me and licked my elbow until I got up and let him out. I tried hitting snooze, but...
Good Morning
4/13/26 5:30 50F (10C) Cloudy with a faint breeze and a light mist falling. Monday morning. The birds are submitting their resumes. The robins sound cheerful and optimistic, proud of their accomplishments. The turkey sounds increasingly desperate. A...
