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
Peace
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
Swamp Thing
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
Hidden Stories
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.
Yes We Can…
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