In 1986 twenty-year old Chris Knight parked his Subaru Brat at the end of a northern Maine woods road, set the keys inside and walked away into the woods. What might have been expected in the days ahead was for Chris to get tired of the woods and start trying to find his way back […]Read more "A Stranger Response (Part 1)"
I’m a runner and I even race, occasionally. Like many of us, I started out with little 5k fun runs and progressed to ultramarathon class. (To some ultra runners, my ultras would still be twice-round-the-block fun runs.) As a runner and observer of runners, I’ve noticed a general trend: Youthful runners right out […]Read more "Lessons from the Long Trail"
Over the last couple of years, I’ve done almost all my fly fishing with an English fellow, Nigel. We’ve shared the same waters but almost always attack those waters from different angles. I charge in, throwing the largest streamers I think might fit between the jaws of a fat brown while Nigel […]Read more "Invasive Ideas"