Crimson Tides of Sun
I wake on lumber.
Crimson embers light the sky,
as she sleeps on steel.
The Wood Chip Train Can
Train Hopping Millinocket, Maine
I woke up covered in a thick, wet, film of condensation from the crashing raindrops running rampant throughout the rough night, festering from the ambush of humidity. I glanced through the...
Slow and Scenic on Loaded Wood Chips
After lying my ass off to the Park Ranger at Baxter State Park, I found myself with a pink warning slip in my pocket, my pack in the bed of his vehicle and my...
