Duluth
I defy you, double-dare, pinky-swear defy you to stand on the shore of Lake Superior and watch a big freighter slip out of the bay and not start humming “Wreck […]
Minnesota Lakes Interlude
Q: How do you keep kids out of the water? A: You call the place “Leech Lake.” I mean, we’ve been here for about three days now, and have waded […]
Listening for the Shape of a Story
I was lying on my back in the brush pasture at dusk last night – when’s the last time I did that? I mean, just plonked onto my back, in […]
Rain
Well, it’s raining again. And again. This has been one of the wettest and coldest springs in Port Townsend history, and apparently we’ve got another atmospheric river riding its way […]
Homecoming
It took me a little longer than I expected to make it back to the farm. And, as you can imagine, there was a little part of me saying, You […]
Fade Away
I could easily have stayed in Athlone and made it to the airport early enough for my morning flight out. There was going to be some Saturday night city-wide celebration […]
Serendipity Check
I decided to head southbound, rather than east, the morning of “the gentleman with the hat.” Roll for serendipity. What? Roll for serendipity check. Uh, sure. [Rolls dice.] 20 again?!? […]
The Traveler’s Martingale
I was in Donegal this morning, trying to stay clear of departing diners while making my way in through the door of the Blueberry Cafe, just off the main square. […]
County Clare
The blog has been quiet because, for the most part, life has also been, out here. Coming off the sensory overload of last week’s Bealtaine, I decided I needed a […]
Bealtaine
There are many stories of Beltane. The one told to me last night was that the Hill of Uisneach (“Wish’ neaccccch”) was the center of Ireland, and that the Ail […]
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