Author Archives: AdaptiveCurmudgeon

This weekend, space weather was fortuitous for aurora borealis. I seized that opportunity. I waited a few hours after sunset and turned off my pole light. (Most rural farms have a pole light, it’s almost a necessity. What’s interesting is … Continue reading →

I didn’t want to end on a downer, so here are a few photos: It’s right there on the cover, three score and ten. But it’s not meant to be resignation. There’s a line though that limit and Adams won’t … Continue reading →

After cleaning out the motorcycle’s bedonkadonk and stashing the manual and some tools, I grabbed the last thing I planned to carry. Nick Adams’ “Adventures on Borrowed Time”. It’s the second Nick Adams book I’ve bought. I was initially using … Continue reading →

The future is far off, but it looms. I bought my PC800 with a plan. The plan was delayed but not defeated. I inch forward. Vague plans become more solid. What is fleeting and ephemeral moves forward, seemingly molecule by … Continue reading →

After two weeks of intermittent rain (and plumbing issues enough to make me daydream about finally building that outhouse I’ve been meaning to build) there was a break in the clouds. A short glorious reprieve. I took a shower, fearfully … Continue reading →

Life sneaks up on you. I’ve been meaning to blog but shit keeps happening. Literally. On the heels (or at least within a couple months) of my earlier saga of plumbing (about which I blogged) I’ve had a second and … Continue reading →

[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 →