“That appears to be an unsolvable problem,” I said. I had just walked down the hill from a collapsing outhouse to hear Brian’s conclusions on the absence for our fuel bottle. Our meager possessions are laid out on the rim of a crumbling concrete foundation,… Read More
The pass is low by most standards, but it behaves in our minds like one much higher. An alpine feel pervades with rimed larches and persistent flurries, and a road slick with last night’s storm. The sky considers sunshine, but for now a wet cold… Read More
Spring is here, and everything is melting. We’ve been stuck in New England for weeks, pleading with a bureaucrat in New York to process our last visa. Every puzzle piece is on the table but that one. Spring is here, and still we wait. I’ve… Read More
Circling the Golden Mountains 