Where do we end up if we never start? I don’t write a lot about my running. It’s an activity that kind of fades into the background, a discipline that keeps me from putting on too much weight, keeps me physically ready for adventure and keeps my mind healthy. Any reader of this […]Read more "In the Long Run"
I don’t see wild places as too crowded. I’m generally alone when I’m in the woods. And I have no shortage of outdoor experiences to write about, only a shortage of time to write. I see people on social media and elsewhere complaining constantly about over-crowding and lack of opportunities though and I thought maybe […]Read more "Hike Your Own Hike, Live Your Own Life"
Between 2007 and 2011, I walked over 4,000 miles through the eastern forests, living alone in the wild for months at a time, walking northward most days and spending nights in minimal tents or none at all. This was the Eastern Brook Trout Solo Adventure, the best days of my adult life. Much […]Read more "Seeing Like Nature"
When I was 14, my family moved from the wilds of western Maine to the very metropolitan Cortland, New York. If you’re an outdoorsman or fisherman, you might think that this was a big step in the wrong direction (in some ways it was) but I didn’t see it that way. Maine had offered just […]Read more "Fish All the Places"
I’m trying to run an outdoors business these days but I’m easily distracted. Nature keeps pulling my gaze in other directions, offering compelling asides from accounting, planning, phone calls and e-mails. I must learn to focus and shut out the nature – but somehow that doesn’t seem quite right. My Business I […]Read more "Leave Me Alone! (Nature)"
This is among the longest pieces I’ve ever published on this blog, a feature I wrote recently on the record high levels of the Great Lakes in general and Lake Ontario in particular. The lakes are even higher now than when this was written a couple of weeks ago. “We must all unite in […]Read more "Great Mistakes"
I sat at the Ihop yesterday wondering whether my blueberry pancake portion would be as large as advertised and scratching new mosquito bites. At 10:30 AM, I’d squeezed in between the breakfast and lunch crowd and found plenty of seats available among the modest brunch crowd of senior citizens with their wide, roving bespectacled eyes. […]Read more "Nothing Complicated"