Author Archives: AdaptiveCurmudgeon

Epilogue: I returned from my trip with a thoroughly filthy motorcycle and a huge smile. It had been a great trip. I slept like a baby. The next morning Mrs. Curmudgeon shook me awake. “Look out the window.” A fuckin’ … Continue reading →

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 →