Season's End
To borrow from Bashō
Even at Alta -
hearing the cuckoo's cry -
I long for Alta.
To borrow from Bashō
Even at Alta -
hearing the cuckoo's cry -
I long for Alta.
I used to believe that we were nothing without God, but I also believed that God was nothing without us. Now I believe the opposite is true.
It was mid-winter 2010/2011 and Wendy had just accepted an offer to forecast for the Chugach Avalanche Information Center. At her going-away party in Salt Lake, long time avalanche hunter Tom Kimbrough and I arrived late, hoods on and carrying a bottle of Woodford Reserve. At the time, my
Whenever people ask me, Are you working right now? (I get asked this a lot), my answer is always the same: To the untrained eye, it may appear as if I’m not working. But at the heart of the matter, I’m getting paid to pay attention. This, of
The writer Brian Doyle writes occasionally about times when he gets down on his knees and prays like hell. He's an unapologetic Catholic and makes no excuses for Catholicism, but when he says Pray Like Hell, I think he means it. And so I will do this, and