A Cold Day In Hell
At the risk of my mortal soul, I spent the Sabbath last week visiting four…
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Almanac: Flash Powder
The all-enveloping green of summer is gone. With the deciduous trees bare, the grasses brown,…
Almanac: Of Potholes And Giant’s Kettles
A couple of weeks ago I found myself in the middle of a thicket of…
Almanac: A Furry Friend
I dragged a chair to the south side of my house recently, the better to…
Almanac: Surprises On An Autumn Paddle
I had just paddled out from a narrow, cattail-bordered channel into the main body of…
Almanac: Looking For Lead
While researching last week’s column about the Sunderland caves I came across a book about…
Almanac: Underworld
I’m not particularly claustrophobic, but, still, the hole in front of me was narrow and…
Almanac: Time Travel
I had the rare luxury last week of watching the stars come out. I…
Almanac: Thrill Of A Mockingbird
The sun had set, but it was still light out as a friend and I…
Almanac: Perilous Procreation
On an unusually balmy evening recently I was eating dinner with a friend on her…
Almanac: Ghost Plant
All summer long, as I’ve been traipsing through woods, both locally and in more remote…
Almanac: Over the Dam
About a decade ago I built a 14-foot wooden kayak. It’s an attractive chestnut-brown boat…