trails

Grouse

It’s the hard business of being that gets to me. That’s what I’m thinking. I’m thinking about the way you get worn down. The day in and out of work. Stumbling at the end of a day in the woods, or no woods, the ones cut down and me thrashing through the dog hair…

Ancient

We are ancient, or think we are. Our tired knees and bruised heels tell us so as we climb from the valley floor to the lookout, the one perched high on the ridge above the valley. We spend an hour here before descending to the lake for camp. We make dinner and eat as the…