The Trail, Writing

New Year’s Goals

It’s almost December. We’ve survived nearly a year of Trump, and often I’ve looked at this crazy unreality as a challenge. It seems like just yesterday I walked through Washington DC with hundreds of thousands of others. Today it was reported that North Korea launched a ballistic missile and probably has the capability to strike… Read More New Year’s Goals

Place, The Trail

Nights of Chill

We keep getting warnings of weather advisories: snow, wind, that type of thing, but it has not happened too badly yet. Friday morning we awoke to our first snow this season, yet it was nothing but a ground dusting. I wanted to take a photo, but it was too dark that morning and by the… Read More Nights of Chill

Memories

Gord Downie, Peace

I just wrote a blog post yesterday, but wanted to quickly honor Gord Downie, amazing singer and man who died yesterday from brain cancer. He cared deeply about the environment and social justice. I am not going to write about his life, just briefly what his music meant to me. I am too choked up… Read More Gord Downie, Peace

Writing

The Storms of Autumn

While northern California has had unprecedented wildfires, not too far north on the coast we are experiencing severe rain events. Last night I fell asleep to a heavy downpour. It continued on until this morning, and on the way to work I saw downed branches and wet leaves plastered everywhere. At the moment we have… Read More The Storms of Autumn

Mythology

The Witch

I came back from Canada Thanksgiving weekend rather exhausted and needing some downtime. We did have a great time over the long weekend, including a hike around McConnell Lake Saturday morning–not an overly long hike (3.5K), but just enough to continue walking some distance, with the occasional run. On the way home, I was awed… Read More The Witch

Memories

My Dad

In three days, my dad would have turned 80 years old. He died eight years ago. I cannot conceive of him as 80. Even in his dying year, eight years ago, he seemed frail but still too young to die. I’ve written about him often, and I still think about him all the time. He… Read More My Dad