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Month: March 2017

You can take spring, I’m going to bed

Ah, screw it. I’m happy as hell that it’s a dark, rainy day. The dimness balms jangled, irritated nerves that a sunny day would rub raw. Most people I know welcome the arrival of spring. Redbuds push, lilacs bloom, and dogwoods display their color. Aromas of grass and flowers fill…

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Danger in the woods, salvation in the hike

We had hiked into the wilderness about two miles as the sun was setting. Knowing twelve-year-old Nick, he wouldn’t take well to walking the trail at night. About dark, we found a spot under the canopy and built a fire before we made dinner. Once the fire was good aflame,…

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Night hike at Paddy Creek

The whippoorwills perched in the trees above deafened us. The other sounds of the night on that pine-topped bluff—snakes after mice in the duff, the titter of nuthatches, and the footfalls of deer in the hardwood forest on the hill below us—disappeared under the whippoorwills. The calls haunted us. First…

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