That night, I found myself in the mountains outside of Laramie on a lonely little lake under Browns Peak. The dorm parking lot was already empty by the time I’d packed my backpack and fly rod and made it out to the car. Weekends at the University of Wyoming were…
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Selling books takes a lot of guts. The author must get out in front of people. He or she has to be a shameless self-promoter. To do things right, they must believe in their work. None of these things come easily to me. I am full of doubt. I often…
Leave a CommentThe depression spring brings me also leads to greater things. A sense of melancholy strikes me. (Not sadness, but a contemplative pensiveness.) I seek the quiet and begin to put life into perspective. I stare into space, facing what my uncle calls “the gap between the material world and another…
Leave a CommentAh, 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…
One CommentWe 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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