Burdens Lost
Today, the scent of spring on the rainy wind took me back to the days spent hiking last year, remembering the…
Short Essay
The Wild Within
I don’t know if anyone truly understands why they’re drawn to moose. Moose don’t seem to know either. They stare from…
Hiking | Short Essay | Stories
To Disappear
I went for a walk – a long walk in the rain, one morning. I slipped along through a forest and…
Your Soul Craves Adventure
After the snow and rain. Sunrise this week in New Hampshire: driving a wet road through the White Mountains. I’ve learned…
What bears eat
It is now April. Patches of grass are starting to flourish here and there, but the landscape is still quite barren…
Birches & Smokey flannel
It was still dark. I hunched over the cast iron stove in my cabin and fed a few small sticks onto…
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