This will be a very simple post about a nice place in the West Virginia woods. Dick and Martha Hartley have deep family roots in the red clay soils of western West Virginia. They grew up with the simple pleasures that the wooded countryside could offer, content yet ambitious, I think. They met […]Read more "A Place Worth Seeing"
The blog you’re now reading is named after my 2016 book, “The Dying Fish (A Sojourn to the Source)” In 2007 I began hiking north from Dawson County Georgia along the spine of the Appalachians. I would attempt to walk through the entire native eastern range of the brook trout which would […]Read more "The Dying Fish"
Since joining Facebook a couple of years back, I’ve repeatedly run into kind of a generic post that circulates in outdoor groups. It reads something like this: I want to hike (or fish or run trails or snowshoe) but I live in Dayton, Ohio (Or any other city on the whole North American […]Read more "TRUE OUTDOORSMANSHIP"
I love to watch the season change late every year and there’s nowhere better to watch this than the state of New York. It’s overlooked as an outdoorsman’s paradise, I think. I’ve lived all over the east and I believe this to be true. If there were no further considerations than outdoors possibilities, I would […]Read more "I Love NY"
My years alone in the wild left me with many impressions – some more profound, some less so. The hermit-like wanderings certainly helped me figure out what’s really needed to live in this world; it’s not hard to determine when you’ve got to carry it all on your back. Living in such a real and […]Read more "Big Adventure in a Tiny Car"
Today I’m sharing a short article of mine that ran in several newspapers this winter. While in Minnesota, some of the gentlemen of the North Country Trail Association had described to me the difficulty of introducing their favorite long trail to residents of the towns through which it passed. Though it had […]Read more "The Long Trail"
“It is remarkable how easily and insensibly we fall into a particular route, and make a beaten track for ourselves. I had not lived there a week before my feet wore a path from my door to the pond side; and though it is five or six years since I trod it, it is still […]Read more "The Map to Trails Untried, Untrod"