It was in the springtime then. Charlie, Neal and I went on a long weekend trip to the North Shore of Lake Superior. We told our parents we were leaving after school on Friday but skipped that day and left for the woods in the morning. Neal and I played some new CDs and smoked [...]
“Develop your locality. Get in your local color.†– Jack London It was late in the day in early March. The sky was gray, the river was black, the banks were brown. He was sitting by the river drinking coffee. He had a little fire of twigs and brush that would extinguish in minutes if [...]
He stepped out of the car and stood looking at the house. A sprinkler sat in the middle of the grass, neither moving nor emitting water. The front door and all the windows were closed. In the midday sun all the windows looked black. When no one answered the door he sat on the front [...]
It was in Nevada where the Escort broke down. Middle of the fucking desert. Sun and sand and scrub. On the way to some mysterious unseen reservoir, on a dirt road. Alan stepped out of the car and took a piss. It burned and his skin felt like it was being baked. Three buzzards came [...]
Finding is losing something else. I think about, perhaps even mourn, what I lost to find this. ~ Richard Brautigan We were sitting on the bank at lunch during a day on the Stillwater River. We were a three day hike into the backcountry. We had drunk a lot of whisky around the fire the [...]
I spend the whole afternoon on my surfboard. I’m not very good yet, but good enough that it’s a riot. And the waves are just right. Big enough to give me a good ride, but not intimidating. It’s a hot day, too, so it’s great being in the water. Everyone else spends the day swimming [...]
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