The Litany of Nature; Or, Time For a New Journal

Townsend’s chipmunk. Bleeding heart. Chicken of the woods. Earlier this month I experienced an important milestone: I filled up my hiking journal. Most hikes I’ve gone on in the past seven and a half years, I’ve toted along an increasingly battered, well-loved spiral-bound blank… Continue Reading

OH MY GODS. I FOUND IT.

Two Nights at Upper Twin Lake

When Meditation Becomes Mental Masturbation

A Rite of Passage At Both Ends

“Up North”