It was a morning like any other morning on the water. Then it wasn’t. Big nasty pike got a whole jaw-full of strip-set-streamer-and-eight...

Two years have now officially passed since my first blog post. It’s been a great ride so far, and I consider myself fortunate to have the...

The next morning our drive to the South Fork felt entirely different. It was the same landscape of sprawling grain fields and foothills,...

Out front of the hotel and across the highway, the geese were up, flying west/southwest at 7 a.m. just as they had the last two mornings....

Ten Days. Five different rivers. A whole lot of new friends. Idaho kicks ass. Stay tuned for reports from the trip.

I’ve managed to get myself tied into a trip to Idaho with a close friend of mine. We’re going for work. Just enough work to be able to...

The wake-up call rang at 3:45 on Sunday morning. From my 44th floor window, Canal St. was still a neon flow of people swarming from one...

It’s been a busy summer for house-projects, travel and work. Four months have already passed since I made the jump from the agency world...

PADDLING Fat white-gray clouds on blue beyond the rugged pine shores, east beyond Indian and Wolf Mountains, west beyond Chaumont Swamp...

I’m reminded of a poem by Gary Snyder, written while a fire lookout in the North Cascades. Months at a time he’d spend in service and...

Ten foot kayak in eight feet of water. Settled into the glass between a field of lily pads and a line of flooded pine stumps— trees that...

this road begs a truck and a full tank of gas   windows down   tire-tread serenade   humidity and cool 4 a.m. headlights   bugs on the...

parched cordwood weeks stacked one on another brittle browning bare feet grass chickens in the garden in the rhubarb huffing and puffing...

Obama just announced a withdrawal of 10,000 troops from Afghanistan by the end of the year. 33,000 by September of next year. This is a...