Brad I the Banana Slug, First King of Fall Creek Ventured out to survey his dominion last week. Brad sped* to a vantage point. With great discerning, He carefully inspected all things concerning: Ferns ferning? Trees yearning? Trails turning? Creek churning? Check, check, check and check. But then, upon adjourning Someone** seized the slimy sovereign … Continue reading Mollusk Monarch Mug Shots
Poetry
Reservation Reservations
New Year's came, went. Goals: Dreamt. Set. Pursued. Missed. Valentine's Day: Chocolate, eaten. Lips, kissed. In a hot second, Christmas will be here. Have you decided where to camp this year? I must be kidding? Wrong! Don't take a chance, Reserve your campsite six months in advance. High desert, by a lake, near the ocean … Continue reading Reservation Reservations
Campfire Tales Invitation
Come close. Join us! Warm up by the fire. We're telling tales. Like this fire, "blowing smoke," With only trees and stars as witnesses. You go first. Wait, come back! That was a joke! ~ Camp Host Chad
Wednesday Words on the Wild: Nemophilist
Ne`moph´i`list: n. 1. One who is fond of forests or forest scenery; a haunter of the woods. ~ Webster's Dictionary There is pleasure in the pathless woods, there is rapture in the lonely shore, there is society where none intrudes, by the deep sea, and music in its roar; I love not Man the less, but … Continue reading Wednesday Words on the Wild: Nemophilist
Wednesday Words on the Wild: Fireside
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
The Fall of the Pioneer Cabin Tree
Long years into our California drought A wealth of rainstorms poured, bailing us out. We're so grateful, despite some casualties. Most publicized? Pioneer Cabin Tree. How it survived so long is the riddle. Could you last with a hole through your middle? Not me. And further, I would make a sound Even if no one heard me hit … Continue reading The Fall of the Pioneer Cabin Tree
