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A Liter of Beer
As I rode up to the gate, I could hear the bands playing over the thumping rhythm of my ancient /2 BMW. It was hot out, at the high end of ninety, and I was overdue for a beer. There were campsites reserved for the bikers to the east of the stage, opposite the...
Deadman’s Lake
You would have liked it. It was steep. It was steeper than Ruckle Ridge, steeper than Herman Creek, steeper than Wind Mountain. Steeper than any trail you've likely been on. It wasn't a casual "I need to take a break now" sort of steep, it was seriously steep. I mean,...
Good Morning
4/9/26 5:30 39F (3.8C) A clear and windless dawn. The waning half moon floats over the southeastern rim of the canyon. This morning clamors with a thousand birds, two frogs and the incessant whine of one really loud orchard sprayer. Walter can't take it...
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...
