The Haint

The Haint

          The fire had burned low. Its flickering light joined the soft glow of a kerosene lantern hanging from the lifting pole at the back of the lodge.  I lay on my cot, staring up at the tipi canvas suspended overhead by a cone of slender poles.             Walter...
Filling the Permit

Filling the Permit

Friday morning my brother went with me to help get the last 8 tipi poles to finish filling my permit.  Even though I made it out of the house by 9:30 (an early start for me) it was late by the time we got to the woods. We spent a good deal of time stuck in...