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"
It took 6 days for the Minnesota winter to crush me. People had warned me that it was likely to be cold but I’d insisted on rushing headlong into the worst of it, feeling only confidence at the outset. The temperature as I left Fergus Falls, Minnesota hovered at -11 (also the daily high) and […]Read more "Dealing with Defeat"
I’ve written 50 spur-of-the moment little essays over the last year on topics as diverse as running, nature appreciation and ice-fishing, if I can really count all these blog posts as “essays”. Nature has been a recurring theme; appreciation for it, overcoming its challenges and then its implications for the human world. Now it’s time […]Read more "Into the Winter"
It’s a land of 10,000 lakes, a place of resurgent wildlife and a place of grand summer vacations. Almost no-one goes there who doesn’t have to between November and April. I’m leaving for Minnesota in a little less than two weeks. I feel compelled to test the limits once again and attempt a long-distance solo […]Read more "Minnesota"
While I do try to appreciate all the seasons of the year, I think October is the best. For the few of us cold-lovers out there, it’s a colorful harbinger of the ice and snow to come. Salmon begin running up Great Lakes tributaries, geese fly south, small mammals rush to fill dens with nuts […]Read more "The Most Wonderful Time of the Year"