Leaving The Picket Line
Like remnant pickets, vestiges of an old farmhouse fence, fly fishers line up along the Gastineau Channel shoreline. Their fly…
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What it Takes
The skiff rolled right, left and back, as the bow slammed over another crest, and into a confused, shifting valley….
Walking Alone, With Brownies
On either side of the trail through the woods, in shaded pockets in the folds of the open mountainside, and…
A Whale By Any Other Name
Two miles in front of our little skiff, near the south end of Shelter Island, a blast of water erupts…
Walking Alone on Ascension Day
Sitting alone on a trailside bench, I look up at Bullard Mountain. The peak, haloed by dense white cloud, reminds…
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