Author Archives: AdaptiveCurmudgeon

On every trip it inevitably happens, I was out of time. The good news is that one can go into nature, sit under a pine, smile at the pretty birds, and heal from the onslaught of a decaying society. The … Continue reading →

That night, after listening to the most beautiful music on earth, I slept like the dead. Such a relief! I needed it. So do you. None of us are living calm measured lives. It’s a goal I once pursued. I’ve … Continue reading →

It had been a fun adventurous day and a chilly but pleasant evening. The campground was now completely deserted so I decided to give shortwave another try. I had no idea why my awesome little radio (which had been flawless … Continue reading →

Rather than return to camp like a wise man, I went the opposite way, toward Antler. I did this for the very illogical reason that I’d never seen Antler. Also, I had just installed a new headlight and felt (for … Continue reading →

The next day I was groggy. I hung around brewing coffee. There was at least one grouse drumming right near camp! Of course, there’s no hunting here. I can live with that. Nobody needs to be sound asleep in their … Continue reading →

I’d had the most mellow evening I could ever want. However, my night’s sleep didn’t fare well. My injury (which I will not specify but has absolutely nothing to do with covid so nobody in medical fields would care anyway) … Continue reading →

Nothing dramatic happened all evening… which was the whole point.  I’ve found myself setting up camp in places I’ve already been just to avoid drama. I’m practically a local now. “That’s Curmudgeon, he’s a quasi-permanent resident of campsite # Non-zero … Continue reading →

I found myself installing a new headlight at Unremarkable State Park. Whenever I leave my homestead, an almost laughable cascade of events will inevitably delay my departure. In the week prior I’d had a fencing issue lead to “pigtastrophies”, an … Continue reading →

I recently mentioned something about headlamps and then went off line. You’re probably wondering where I was. I went out into the hinterland in search of Sheriff Rosco P. Coltrane. I didn’t find an imaginary comic relief 1970’s Southern sheriff. … Continue reading →