I was prepared for the culture when I dropped Andy off for her first year at Hampshire. I mean, as a mid-20th century guy, I’m still getting used to discretionary […]
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 […]
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.
It hailed the morning we planted chestnuts, too. That was almost a year ago, to the day, in the lee of our first winter with the farm. Logan had proposed […]