I swerved into the parking area at Gooseberry State Park as if the apocalypse had been set into motion. With bike dangling from the back of the car like some strange appendage, I raced into the visitor center like the fate of the world depended on it. In a way, it did. Following some moments … More Under the Dome. Encountering Stephen King outside Castle Danger on the Superior Hiking Trail.
That dart into Kwik Trip for the final indoor pee of the day sparked a sense of optimism. I dropped off a medium-sized load of microgreens at McQuade’s Pub and Grill next door, and was stoked to head up into the highlands to complete that last stretch of trail between Duluth and Two Harbors. If, … More How I turned a 10-mile stroll into a 24-mile odyssey through grit and jackassery.
This is a volunteer. I plant thousands of black oil sunflower seeds each week. Apparently one had a mind of its own, dropped through the cracks, and cast its future into the slipstream of fate. Washed downstream by some deluge, it took root right here, mere inches from the edge of all things. I spotted … More A Good Woman is Hard to Find
Each of us brought unique handicaps to the situation. Any of these, individually, might have derailed the hike to this mountain lake before it even began. I don’t believe either of us, by ourselves, could have completed this hike. Inscrutably, our individual impediments coalesced into collective success. Our goal was reached because of these weaknesses, … More Montana. The problem is the solution.
Rolling out of bed, safely at home, after driving the better part of a day straight-through from southwest Montana, is remarkably disorienting. The sun set as our land yacht sailed eastward through North Dakota. The sky was huge and limitless the last time I saw it. The largest cumulus nimbus clouds I’ve ever seen failed … More The Morning After
He reached out to me when the snow piled waist-deep, but I continued to resist long after the thaw. The pursuit endured for months, as with a pack of hounds. Finally, I relented. Unlike the fox exhausted to the point of death, my change of heart came when I caught the scent of a potential … More Joining the Symphony of Life through Partnerships.
Most fathers, particularly those who grew up in less than ideal circumstances, want their kids to enjoy an ideal childhood. In short, we wish to provide all those things we didn’t have. If there’s one thing I’ve learned, and we have just 362 days of parenting children remaining, it’s that I’m only human and fall … More The Penultimate Father’s Day
Overwhelmed by the cacophonous crowd below, I retreated to a solitary corner of a long leather couch upstairs with a book—one man awkwardly weighing down the stern of a canoe. Meanwhile, Shawna’s painting was quietly winning the People’s Choice Award below: Nursing a migraine that began 12 hours ago, and which now accompanies me here … More Migrainous Musings In The Dark
This painting has been on Shawna’s easel for a LONG time. It has been in progress for most of the year. I thought it was pretty much done two months ago, but still she let it sit a while (waiting for those ducks to finally fly in and complete it). After looking at it from … More On Tainting the Well
I’ve planted tens of thousands of seeds in a scene that looks just like this, more times than I’d care to count this spring… The thermostat seems stuck between 33 and 38 degrees. The sun is all but snuffed out. Even today, snowflakes have blown around amidst the apocalyptic-looking scene as if a nuclear winter … More Keep Showing Up. Especially if you’re depressed!