Author Archives: AdaptiveCurmudgeon

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 →