January Winter. No activity. February 1st Walking around Lake Nokomis. A nice day. Quiet. So quiet I hear the heavy thud of footsteps from behind. Before I can turn my head, a jogger passes, his gait lumbering, the back of … Continue reading DAY-TO-DAY – 2025
I had yet to use the outdoor commode. I’m pretty regular, usually having the number two around six in the evening, which is a fitting comment to the end of a work day. But so far two five o’clock whistles … Continue reading Lapse of Luxury Part V
After John caught a few more fish, we headed back to the camp. Knife Lake was as calm as an untouched glass of water, and yet, I saw ripples, something gliding below the surface. Chad and I stopped paddling. And … Continue reading Lapse of Luxury Part IV
“Where did they go,” Chad asked. I looked around but didn’t see them. Don and John were somewhere, but at the moment… Earlier we reached our destination – Knife Lake. Dave brought a map, and on the map were little … Continue reading Lapse of Luxury Part III
It was not how I wanted to spend the first day in the Boundary Waters, being completely underwater. Frankly, I was nervous when we pulled up to Moose Lake. I wasn’t nervous about the trip. I was worried about my … Continue reading Lapse of Luxury Part II
“You have to see it at least once.” “I’ve always wanted to go”. “You should.” “You know, when it comes to outdoor gear, all I have is a set of golf clubs.” My brother, Chad, was in the same situation. … Continue reading Lapse of Luxury Part I
We live in a great place, America, the New World, the amalgamation of different cultures encircled by the borders of fifty distinct states. And in those states are the names of towns that reflect a nod to a prior time … Continue reading Cool – Great Places – Callback
January Winter. No Activity. February 1st Driving down 28th Avenue, I see off in the distance a fighter jet taking flight. I am so drawn to the blistering ascent, I don’t even notice the silver Infiniti shooting past until … Continue reading Day-to-Day – 2024
DANNEMORA Nearly halfway through the seven-part mini-series I could not help ask, “When are they going to get to the escape?” Perhaps, it was more difficult than I thought. So why call it Escape at Dannemora? Like it was happening, … Continue reading Escape Part I
DESTINATION I listened to the directions on my smartphone, a calm voice leading me out of the city over the Mississippi River through suburb to exurb, moving past grassy fields and oil refineries, driving along with fuel tankers and cement … Continue reading Escape Part II
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