Why do people carry 4-pound tools miles up a mountain to bust their butts on a day off? I’m not […]

Why do people carry 4-pound tools miles up a mountain to bust their butts on a day off? I’m not […]
It’s been two years since I fist arrived in the US. It’s been a fascinating and, at times, tiring journey […]
When sleeping outdoors not too long ago, I watched a couple standing by a campfire. They looked positively satisfied with […]
You know you’ve had a proper weekend in the wilderness when, as you finally take a shower after returning home, the dirt visibly runs off your body for a solid five minutes, and for the following three days you discover bruises, cuts and blisters all over, but don’t remember how you got them.
We packed up our tent and drove to a camping spot I’d found in the Coeur d’Alene Mountains from where we could see the monster we just climbed. On our way a male moose took a good stare at us, and while we were setting up our tent on a hidden meadow, a Bald Eagle (American Eagle) flew casually overhead. As the sun set over our dead-silent camp we made a strong fire and rewarded our efforts with several beers. Life doesn’t get much better than this.
Last Saturday I was reminded by the local paper of the two-year memorial of Jeanetta Riley’s death at the Sanpdoint […]