Hillbilly Bivouac

We could hear the truck coming up the camp road long before it arrived.  An ancient pickup with three men squeezed in on the front bench seat, rumbled past our campsite in the mountains of Tennessee. Through an open window, one of the men gave us a nod and a subtle two-finger wave.  The truck pulled... Continue Reading →

Cupcakes and Birthdays

I vividly remember the first time we made cupcakes in the trailer.  Little tins with paper shells, filled with sweet cake dough, were popped into our pint-sized oven.  It was our oldest daughter's birthday, or close enough, and we were camped at the Alabama beach.  The thought of baking a whole cake in our little galley seemed too much,... Continue Reading →

On the Road of Discovery

I sat at my desk to plan a road trip for Marcia and me to the Pacific Northwest.  Cool air-conditioning dropped from the ceiling vents in my upstairs office.  A big leather chair had me perched in front of a 22-inch monitor with a keyboard at my fingertips.  Google, MapQuest, and the Airstream Forum were right there... Continue Reading →

Released

The strike indicator dropped quietly below the water's surface, I gently lifted with the tip of my fly rod to set the hook, and the line went taught. Suddenly, a dark shadow bolted across the river channel toward deeper water, line spilled from my reel as the drag gears let out a whine. The fish shot downstream,... Continue Reading →

My Grandfather’s Hawk

My grandfather stood on my backyard deck overlooking the tree tops and the valley below. With his hands cupped to his mouth and head tilted back, he let out a screech, "Cheeeeeeewv."  We held our breath and listened.  Nothing. Again, he screeched, "Cheeeeeeewv, cheeeewv."  We listened.  Far off down the hill came a faint raspy reply, "Cheeeeewv."  Again, we... Continue Reading →

The Open Road

How I long to be self-sufficient and free - an explorer in uncharted territory, a cowboy on the open range, a vagabond with nowhere in particular to go - traveling without schedules, reservations, or connections, having responsibilities to no one but myself and my companion.  The open road before me, my worries behind. All that I need - food,... Continue Reading →

Shredded

"Alex, we have a problem," Marcia announced as we were parking the Airstream trailer at a lakefront campsite in Missouri. My jaw dropped when I made my way around to the side and noticed one trailer tire was gone. Not just flat, but gone! All that remained on the left front wheel was a small... Continue Reading →

On The Trail to Mistymoon

A hunting knife hung from his belt as he stood midstream helping his barefoot girlfriend cross the slippery rocks; clear water wetted the bottom of his rolled-up jeans.  Marcia and I were next to cross the creek and we sat on the bank to remove our boots. Watching the couple climb the far bank, I couldn't fathom why he needed to... Continue Reading →

Over-Planning

I am a planner, always have been.  I make lists and spreadsheets to try to corral the inherent entropy of life.  Order, containment, and anticipation give me comfort. I like to know where I am headed and when. So, it gave me great pause when several years ago a good friend, with whom I have tremendous respect, offered some sound advice saying,... Continue Reading →

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