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A walk in the dark and a hoot owl…


Time does fly by; I was wondering this morning what year Ellen first went to college because that’s when she got her first weekly letter 13 or 14 years ago. If I was into pain, I could always look at the tuition receipts to verify the year.

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October 15, 2013

Ellen/Reid: The leaves around here have determined their growing season has been long enough; and en masse they’ve decided to fall of their own volition regardless of color. As I look out the back window, most are still some shade of green, meaning they have some ways to go before they would really have to give up the ghost. But they’re falling anyway. As least I don’t have to rake them up. It brings back memories of burning sycamore and oak leaves in a huge, smoldering pile in the driveway on Polk Blvd., Ellen, when you were just a peanut and it was still allowable to clog the air with smoke.

My green belt is beginning to shed the green veil of leaves that block from view all that is behind it. The leaves don't care about pronouncements about a change of season; they're dropping anyway.

My green belt is beginning to shed the green veil of leaves that block from view all that is behind it. The leaves don’t care about pronouncements about a change of season; they’re dropping anyway.

It means my Saturday and Sunday walks start in the dark at 6:30 a.m., and now I’ve taken to wearing a jacket as I walk my path. The coffee helps but it would be nice if it were lighter sooner. I had only gone a few hundred yards this past Saturday when I heard Continue reading

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Get off your duff and lace up your hiking shoes – Wyoming!


Mountains in the Wind River Range, Wyoming Gre...

Yeah, baby! This is what I’m talkin’ about: the unrivaled mountains in the Wind River Range, Wyoming Green Lakes region of the Bridger Wilderness, Briger-Teton National Forest. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Attention all outdoorsy types or outdoorsy wannabes: Hey, if you’re looking for a strenuous, test-yourself sort of outdoor semi-survivalist trek this summer, book the week of July 15 in the Bridger Wilderness in Wyoming.

Six nights of sleeping on the hard ground (but inside a tent away from the mosquitoes), nearly 37 miles of potential blister-inducing huffing-and-puffing trails – all offset by incredible views of the Cirque of the Towers and fly fishing for fresh brookies. They say this is God’s country, and The Almighty hasn’t denied it.

We assemble in Jackson, WY Friday, July 12 (or Saturday, if you prefer just-on-time arrival) and head into the country around noon on Sunday, July 14.

Me doing my pack mule imitation in the Bridger Wilderness a few years back. Tom has helped me lighten the load considerably.

Me doing my pack mule imitation in the Bridger Wilderness a few years back. Tom has helped me lighten the load considerably.

Physically, we’ll be in the Southern Half of the Bridger Wilderness near Big Sandy, which is southeast of our favorite town, Pinedale. We’ve been doing this foolishness for years. (You might wonder, and rightly so, ‘what the hell does this have to do with his weekly letters to Ellen and Reid?’ Well, a guy has to have something to write about.)

Seven or so objects of our affection. We are mostly catch-and-release hikers, but keep some brookies for supper.

Seven or so objects of our affection. We are mostly catch-and-release hikers, but keep some brookies for supper.

We stumble back out on Friday, July 19 and lick our wounds over cold beers and burgers (bison, we hope) at the renown Wind River Brewing Company on West Pine Street in Pinedale before further licking our wounds (after soothing showers, of course) once we get back to Jackson. We wistfully fly out on Saturday. (When you make your flight arrangements, pick a window seat on the right side of the plane. On the approach into Jackson, you’ll see why giving up an aisle seat was worthwhile.)

Me and my boy Tom (The Beast Walker) Bohr

Tom (Beast Walker) Bohr has walked the Appalachian Trail, across Spain and the guy is a pro.

Tom (The Beast Walker) Bohr has solo hiked the length of the Appalachian Trail in a single pass, trekked across Spain and the guy is a pro. Ain’t no mountain he can’t climb.

will handle ground arrangements (it means we rent an SUV) and hotel stuff in Jackson and Pinedale. We need to know your Continue reading

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