no longer at ease

We started out by doing some work at Ken's farm on the eastern plains of WY. On the neighbor field, three guys stood around a tractor, ...

Mauling John Fogerty's lyrics, I kept singing in my head ,           You got to hidey-hidey-hide           You got to jump and run  ...

On Saturday night I am pacing the last 25 miles of the Leadville 100, from Fish Hatchery/Outward Bound aid station to the finish. My e...

Alex Waterhouse-Hayward gives us a poem of Borges for which no English translation exists. I did not know there was such a thing. Música...

Please to excuse the excitable post. Bluegill fishing according to myth and legend is easy, and they spawn prolifically. By these lights, it...

Two out of three donkeys find me quite interesting. Brother Charles the water engineer used to hear about all kinds of fish opportunit...

What water and sun are to the body, prayer is to the soul.  - St John Chrysostom outside in the light the river prays without cea...