Monthly Archives: April 2024

[Update: A commenter asked about my camp knife. I attached photos at the bottom of the post.] Mrs. Curmudgeon has declared that she no longer camps. She once did. She doesn’t now. End of story. If I want to sleep … Continue reading →

I meant to write about camping. I wrote about everything else. Meh. Then, my in-box reported a few donations. I’m an easily motivated fool and wrote this post. After camping I’d wasted the opportunity to post a few happy photos … Continue reading →

On my last campout I read The Road To Missanabie on dead tree. It’s not even remotely deep but I thoroughly enjoyed it. Just pure enjoyment. Highly recommended for the six guys out there that want charming stories about riding … Continue reading →

I was planning to write about camping but that’s not how I roll. During camping I’ve been experimenting with dead tree paperbacks versus e-book kindle books. I decided to veer into that patch of weeds. My reasoning is that there’s … Continue reading →

Oh my! You thought I was writing about a camping trip? Me too! We should hang out. The thing is, I go camping to think. When I think I don’t necessarily think about camping. This trip I was thinking about … Continue reading →

All through the winter I’ve been thinking about camping. All through a very painful 2023 I missed it. I’m very worried I NOT miss it in 2024. That said, every single week there’s a reason why this particular weekend you … Continue reading →

I did an entirely reasonable thing but followed through with (at least on my blog) nothing. Twelve days ago (holy crap has it been that long?) I rolled out for the eclipse. I left the blog with a bunch of … Continue reading →

I’ve been incommunicado much of the spring break up season (that phrase refers to the thawing of soil and not overwrought soap opera shit). Conditions have been alternating between too cold to ride my motorcycle, too muddy to enjoy camping, … Continue reading →