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...
I’m A Fucking Genius
I’m stuck in the loop of “I’m a fucking genius!” followed by “This God damned thing!”. I guess using the Scrambler as a year-round daily commuter and camping mule is taking its toll. I got the rear brakes back together (I’m a fucking genius!), but they are...
Lost Creek Longhouse Chapter 6: Striking Camp
(Click here for Chapter 5) With only two days left in camp, the weather started to clear. As the sun crested the tree line Sunday morning, the meadow began to steam and the canvas started to dry. ...
Good Morning
9/22/25 6:00 47F (8.3C) Calm, clear, dark. Happy birthday, Mom! ...
Good Morning
9/21/25 6:00 57F (13.8C) New moon. Cloudy with a light breeze. Very dark this morning. The all cricket chorus is in full song, belting out their greatest hits. Walter has joined a spirited conversation with the dogs down the street. I tell him to...
Good Morning
9/20/25 6:30 55F (12.7C) Clear sky, light breeze. The morning started quietly. Just a single, discosolate croak from a corvid, hidden in the darkness. But now the rooster is crowing and birds are squawking. I just put Walter in the house because...
Good Morning
9/19/25 6:00 53F (11.6C) It is a dark blue twilight. The earth takes a breath and leaves flutter in the faint breeze. A Turkish moon hangs in the east. Just a fingernail, ready to wink out, with Venus hovering over the southern horn. ...
Good Morning
9/18/25 6:30 54F (12.2C) Another calm, dark morning. The waning moon pokes its horns through the maple leaves. The sky dances with color. Morning ascends as twilight loses its grip on the night and slips away. ...
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