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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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…
Walking Alone – Saying Hello
A woodpecker lands just outside the entrance to his new cavity, looks around, then disappears into the void. Moments later,…
Walking Alone – Meaning No Harm
Awakened from a fitful sleep, I unzip my tent and direct my headlamp toward the gentle waves licking the high-water…
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