That was my first thought. The image was of me bicycling the 20 odd miles between work and home. After six years of more-or-less regular commuting, the longest of my life, my sense of adventure had led me down every possible pathway between my own little town and the College burg where a desk has… Continue reading “This is not how I imagined this moment.”
I sit on a rumbling island of steel enwrapped in clouds. Work is slow and my mind wanders to projects at home: getting the woodstove done finally, making a cider press that works and won’t try and electrocute me and what exactly is that smell in the living room? Hopefully a mouse. Outside the… Continue reading When a Bear is your neighbor.
Heading north from the furnace of Portland was like heading back in time. The smell of firs and spruces sweeter and rounder in the ebbing afternoon heat softer than the sharp pines and oak meadows of my adopted home. The roads I traveled were the roads of my young adulthood; when I was the age… Continue reading The road to Tokeland