soon gary and i were in our groove. bushwhacking along the river. crossing the river to the other side.

"dang..." i muttered to myself. the northern lights were not materializing as forecasted.

i'm not a scientist. i'm not even that smart. but i believe there is something much larger at work in our universe.

“ineffable beauty” ― john muir it was pitch black save for the light of my headlamp. i had arrived at my destination for which i had a...

to get there required some treacherous hiking over rocks and boulders...

"we often miss opportunity because it's dressed in overalls and looks like work" thomas a. edison