Storms 

The air is heavy and sweet, the smell of rain in the desert, toasted wet sand, sage and lavender. Up ahead gray and black clouds blow in, curdle, drop hail. Crap my rain jacket is at the bottom of my backpack. Quickly empty contents of backpack. Cover self and backpack with poncho tarp. Watch hail … Continue reading Storms 

While on the Great Divide Trail 

In valleys, over passes, and through forests of the Canadian Rockies I followed big paw tracks, and big paw tracks that overlapped, grizzles, and I stepped over their large piles of shit, sometimes still warm.  It's at once perverse and invigorating when you're alone next to a large pile of steamy bear shit. You've spent … Continue reading While on the Great Divide Trail