I get to see animals that most people don’t. I’d like to tell you it’s because I’m a keen observer or that I know just where they’ll hide, but the truth is that I visit with the animals because I live in a tent nowadays.Read more "Try a Tent"
Cross-posted from the blog at MarchOfLiberty.com. On the Appalachian Trail, maybe a couple thousand hopeful “thru hikers” set out annually to conquer the entire 2,200 miles between Springer Mountain, Georgia, and Mt. Katahdin, Maine. More than a year of preparation has preceded the long drive to north Georgia for most, preparation for the challenge of a lifetime…Read more "Keeping the Purpose in Sight"
So, starting out in the spring of 2021, I want to fish and hunt mushrooms and write about it all but I don’t think my conscience would let me rest if I made these my priority while the civilization that has allowed me so much freedom and such a good life is under assault.Read more "Final Words"
Building on the themes of Breakthrough, Shellenberger has gone on, in Apocalypse, to show how necessary the apocryphal messaging of left-wing environmental organizations is to the social change they foment as well as to their own sustainability.Read more "Apocalypse Never"
Don’t try to learn biology from politicians. It’s a maxim that should be self-evident but bears emphasis in the current context.Read more "Plague From a Biological Perspective"
Now, in mid-February we have, if anything, an over-abundance of both ice and snow. This is as it should be.Read more "Great Big Winter"
But we don’t think much about the trees that lay horizontal now; they’re not special to us. But that’s because we didn’t know them the way the birds did who nested thirty or forty feet off the ground in their strong green branches.Read more "Sylvania"
I wrote a letter last night to a fellow who wants to learn to ice-fish this winter, a letter meant to prepare him for the harsh realities of the world of ice-fishing in advance of my January arrival where I will take on the role of personal trainer for a few days, demonstrating the cutting […]Read more "First Epistle to Wisconsin"
The whole valley of Turtle Creek – my polluted little brook – is manifestly greener than it was a hundred years ago, a time when much of the surrounding hillsides would have been strip mines or tailing piles and the trees would have been almost all cut for firewood or simply to clear pasture land to feed cows and horses.Read more "Gratuitous Nature"