Category Archives: Travelogues

I was called. I’ve no time to explain. It’s all chaotic and at the last minute. I was pretty happy to be spared a task I dreaded but while you read this I’m probably doing the deed. Unless I’m not. … Continue reading →

[This was to be the last post in the series and the series was to end on election day. Alas, I spent too much time pondering the spiritual and gallivanting in the shoal waters of Luggable Loos and other camping … Continue reading →

[I return now to the story (and life) so rudely interrupted (for better or worse) by the elections. I hope y’all have been celebrating not just political wins but re-emergence of a society that can manage proper transition of power. … Continue reading →

Inevitably “tourists” arrived. This is a beautiful place and it’s game season. I knew there would be more action that usual. Even so, I’d underestimated the draw. All morning, UTVs with 2 or 4 people each kept showing up. It … Continue reading →

I was exhausted. From one point of view I was just a loser sitting on a tree stump whining at the universe; a distraught redneck talking to himself next to a campfire. From another point of view, I was working … Continue reading →

My hectic day finally drew to close. The campers off in the distance were long asleep. Presumably I was the only awake person within 20 miles. An owl hooted in the forest. Just once and that was it. This was … Continue reading →

I had driven, with a truckload of camping gear, to exactly the forest meadow I wanted. Then came a huge plot twist. (There’s always a plot twist. That’s why dispersed camping is nothing like renting a designated campsite.) The meadow was … Continue reading →

I’d found the perfect meadow in which to “dispersed camp”. I planned to return immediately but a few weeks passed. The last week of the delay had been the worst; a complete meat grinder. By the time I finally headed … Continue reading →

The next morning I woke more rested than I’d been in months. The mattress had been heavenly, the quilts cozy, and the pillows fluffy. The brutal rain of the evening had soaked all of the great outdoors but we’d been … Continue reading →

Why do I start a series at zero? Because of course I do! It was mid-morning during my most recent camping trip when I thought “nothing has worked out but everything has been more or less drama free, that’s odd.” … Continue reading →