THE STANDARD DISCLAIMER: Do not go out and try to eat all the mushrooms pictured here. The author may or may not know what he’s talking about and he’s almost certainly mad. This morning I commuted into the city of Pittsburgh between six and seven. I don’t have to do it five days a […]Read more "Mushrooms Proven to Induce Madness (It’s Science)"
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"
Susan and I walked around a community park in Pittsburgh’s north suburbs one evening a few weeks ago, circling the little pond and looking for things that might be living there. Suddenly, we were confronted by a thug, a ruddy fellow with two upraised weapons pointed in our direction. He meant business and he wanted […]Read more "Invasion of the Cray – Cray"
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"
My annual Feathercraft flyfishing/flytying catalog arrived in the mail yesterday and was the one piece in my stack that brought a smile to my face (more so than the tax notice). Coffee was made and other pressing things were set aside to make way for priorities. Inside, a rainbow whirlwind (and you just […]Read more "Method and Madness"
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"