I found the bear one fall day as clouds slouched up the valley, pushed by an incoming storm. Crows flapped in the alders and before I could reason the oddness of so many, the dog was off and tearing into whatever was there below the trees. I shouldn’t say I found the bear. I’d already heard rumors…
Tag: river
Kids, Swamps, and Beavers
I’m excited to say I have an essay at the Brain, Child blog. Take a look or read some of the other very fine essays there. Finding the Center
Hard to Beat a Sunny Day
It’s hard to beat a sunny day there at the river’s edge. Like the day we run upstream with inner tubes, scrambling over rocks and logs as the dog chases and barks. It’s all easy then – this living. Terrific, people say when they come and see the mountain and water and sand and the small…
