When it’s late on the west coast most of my east coast friends are in bed. Nights are very lonely when you’re away from home. Last night I dreamed of being back in Madison again, but the town was empty. I walked all the trails and didn’t find anybody there, either.
Robins and cardinals, catbirds and finches woke me this morning. Through my open window I heard the drumming of a woodpecker. From my bed I could see the trees were still dripping from last night’s rain. The sky promised to be another day of burgeoning gray clouds: lovely, full, heavy rain. I could hear and […]
I don’t know how to say goodbye. Today is the last full day in Madison before we move on and I am thinking of all the ways I’ve said goodbye in a lifetime. Before Kurt, before I knew what a healthy relationship was, I broke up with old boyfriends by either waiting it out, hoping […]
There are so many places left unhiked. Once I develop an affinity for a place it’s difficult to make myself try something new. If you’ve been reading you already know my outdoor writing spots: the river; the lower Heritage Trail; the stairs to the state hospital; and the ledge overlooking the boulders of the abandoned […]
I have learned that it takes me 5.5 hours to hike 10 miles, including two short writing stops, a wipe-out, and a few heavy-breathing rest stops on the climb back out. I have learned I don’t know how to estimate how much water to carry for 10 miles, and that it is possible to drop […]
I have no ability to separate eating and making love. I’m sorry. Both are primal and sensual. And right there, in Bistro One last week, I did everything in my power to keep from having a Meg Ryan moment from the movie When Harry Met A Sally (except that Meg/Sally was faking it). “I love […]
It all started with an innocent bowl of Cap’n Crunch and an even more innocent Kurt, excited for our morning of adventure. And it was really cramping my routine. Travel writer Paul Theroux is a major proponent of traveling alone to avoid the distractions of another person. He also believes in not using cameras because […]
Can you call anything as large as wooly mammoth dung “scat?” I don’t know, but I’ve taken the liberty anyway. I don’t think they’ll have any mammoth scat listed Robson’s Who Pooped in the Park? series for kids, books geared to engage junior “rangers” through matching the crap with the animal. There are different editions […]