It may in fact be the first picture I have of Devon: standing on the grass at the side of the runway in the town of Concrete, about halfway up […]
“I had half a mind to make up some story. Wondered if it might make this easier. For you, for me. But it seems wrong to lie about things like […]
Okay, Internet, I need help. I need help wrestling with a pair of shoes. Specifically with my Merrell Moab Adventure size 11s. They’re looking at me with Stoic indignation […]
If you had asked me, when I woke up this morning, how I expected to spend my day, I probably would have had a pretty laid back list: bike into […]
It was 25 years ago on a rainy April 1st in Seattle that Devon and I took ownership of N33395, a 1946 Commonwealth Skyranger. We were just dating at the […]
Or rather, hey – you can listen to me getting interviewed about Eight in Three Weeks on KPTZ by Cris Wilson. Personally, I cringe whenever I hear my recorded voice, […]
I was about knee deep, four steps into cold, silty and swift-flowing waters of the Elwha River, when something unexpectedly grabbed me out of nowhere: a single moment of undiluted clarity that This Was a Very Bad Idea.