Continuing the contemplative tone begun last week of sitting by a fire (preferably under the stars) and reflecting on the past, present and the future, here are lyrics to a song from J.R.R. Tolkien's Fellowship of the Ring: I sit beside the fire and think of all that I have seen of meadow-flowers and butterflies in summers that have … Continue reading Wednesday Words on the Wild: Fireside
Monday, February 20, 2017 is Presidents Day. While plenty of negative talk abounds about what people will not do, the more important question persists: What will you do? Presidents Day honors all our presidents, a consolidation of Abraham Lincoln's birthday (Feb. 12) with George Washington's (Feb. 22) into one holiday, then given an inclusive name to … Continue reading Presidents Day: Happy Birthday G.W.!
Then it was strange to see the notorious desperado, a red-handed man, sleeping as quietly as innocence sleeps. But, above all, it was exciting to lie there, with no better shelter than a bower of pines, on a mountain 11,000 feet high, in the very heart of the Rocky Range, under twelve degrees of frost, … Continue reading Wednesday Words on the Wild: Campfires
While visiting Yosemite last summer, finding a free parking space outside Half Dome Village required a hunt of over an hour. I circled the same aisles dozens - hundreds? - of times. Having risen before dawn and driven five hours to get to the park, I seriously considered turning around and heading home. The purpose of the trip? Realize some small measure of … Continue reading Yosemite Park(ing Lot)