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. ...
Lost Creek Longhouse Chapter 5: Disappearing Lake Regatta
(Click Here for Chapter 4) I had expected to have most of Friday morning to myself, but my cousin, Giovanna and her husband, Chase turned up right after breakfast. They must have gotten up at the...
Trying Out the Halti Laavu Pro
I bought a new tent! As Amy is quick to point out, the last thing I need is another tent. But I wanted it. I have been intrigued by Baker and Whelan tents for years. Basically, half of a small wall tent, they are designed for expedition camping. Open down the length,...
Lost Creek Longhouse Chapter 4: Camp to Eat, Eat to Camp
(Click Here for Chapter 3) Tuesday morning we decided to go into Trout Lake for breakfast. There was no cellphone service in camp and Robert was anxious to call his wife. We were expecting several new people to show up and I wanted to text them with a road...
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...
Good Morning
4/3/26 5:45 35F (1.6C) Some clouds, a few stars, a chorus of birds against the distant drumming of orchard fans. Apparently, I missed the moonset. It must have dipped below the ridge just before I came out, leaving behind a sky glowing blue. It looks...
Good Morning
4/2/26 5:15 36F (2.2C) Scattered stars shine through broken clouds. The moon, just past full, is setting behind the oaks. An owl hoots down by the creek. I step into the hot tub and sit down before I realize it is cold. Not intolerably cold, but too cold...
Good Morning
4/1/26 6:30 40F (4.4C) Gray and damp. The moon is full behind the clouds. It's been raining; everything is wet. There is no wind. The birds are making various joyous noises. Walter is hanging out on the deck I hurt my shoulder yesterday and can hardly...
Good Morning
3/31/26 6:30 36F (2.2C) Calm, cloudy. A light mist is falling from my eyes. Uncle Blasto has left the building. Ed died last night. I have lost my brother from another mother. Still, the birds are singing this morning. A breeze is picking up and the rain...
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