Where the Side Trails Lead
“That trail don’t go nowhere. Bridge is out.” I wave at the weathered man leaning against his…
“One time the wind blew free and there was nothing to break the light of the sun ”…
Summer birding can be mighty fine on Morgan Lake, a few miles above La Grande, Oregon. No…
Running this morning before the heat of summer tunes up, I pause by each old barn along…
Close your eyes here by the edge of the Pacific Ocean, here by the fortress island of basalt cloaked in…
Long live the forest in all its glory of young and old, of dying and dead, of…
What is it to be free? To be independent? To be brave? A free-flowing river can…
I wrote this piece to publish in a magazine a few months ago and now I’ve made…
Sometimes you have to shake it up. Lie on your back and gaze up at the clouds. Turn…
This river is my happy place. I come here alone to the Imnaha and am renewed…
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