The Leaves are Changin’, I’m Slowin’ Down

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Some of the first hiking and camping experiences I remember take me back to an ambient palette of blue skies cast out along the ridge of the Shenandoah Mountain Range.  We wandered trails that...

Ayoooooo Taco the Ankle Biter and the Roseville Crew

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I woke up early that morning on a bed of mulch with limbs of pine drooping overhead and thick dew in the air. The clanking commotion from heavy equipment jostling stone boulders around...

Karso and Aurora

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The hardest moments for me are goodbyes.  Always.  Don't get me wrong, I very much enjoy my solitude, but the goodbyes always tear me down like watchin' a building of emotions collapse as you...

Lawless Oakland and the Drug Epidemic

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We called in train after train after train at the usual spot, but alas, no northbounds to the Pacific Northwest, just a bunch of junk headed to Oakland, Wyoming and Pocatello.  We shimmied in...

What’s Wild and What’s Machine

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Back in the woods on a frost-covered berm,by the river,in the mountains,by the endless steel bands;a call of what's wild and what's machine;The serpent rides on through dawn, meandering opaque banks,flowing smalt.The wild lives...