Walking Alone – First Black Bear Edition
Boot spikes crunch loudly in the hard, crusted snow, drowning out the calls of varied thrushes. Pausing to listen, I…
Boot spikes crunch loudly in the hard, crusted snow, drowning out the calls of varied thrushes. Pausing to listen, I…
Alone, I walk the snow-covered path from the trailhead, over the Fish Creek bridge and through the shaded wood until…
Alone, I walk the narrow plank trail zigzagging through the beaver pond. The snow has melted away, and where earth…
My back to a short, dense Sitka spruceāa lone sentinel against the driving wind accelerating up Gastineau Channel, across the…
“In wildness is the preservation of the world.” -Henry David Thoreau The boat slows, and I duck through the doorway…
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