And it is… peace… continued. I sit on the porch for hours that first night. Just me, way out in the woods. There is electricity at the camp but I have all of the lights turned off. There are no
There’s something about going home. On the one hand, it’s a beautiful thing. The environment is the same. The same number of pine trees. The same, slightly moved, clearcuts of recently harvested trees. The same planted forests. The same log
I went camping a few weeks ago. I went with Rob and his brother Scott who you already know along with a few other folks. One of the guys was my room (tent, hooch, hot bunk) mate in the first
A few months ago I hinted at several things that I had managed to do for others but didn’t share them. I want to share those things but haven’t figured out how to do so for a couple of reasons.
I was thinking something similar when driving across the country earlier this week and thought about a blog post on the topic but someone on facebook summed it up nicely. Q: What was the most positive result of the