Hands Digging up Roots

But instead of rotting fish, the trail smells like rotting fruit. Instead of mosquitos, there are fruit flies. Instead of stopping to pick w...

This is what my sister says. What she means is: "This situation is not at all to my liking and there is a heck of a lot that could go w...

...you are leaving town and trying to finish the last odds and ends of food. Especially when you didn't buy much of that food yourself, ...

Well, it was a cute fuzzy bunny. Until it got eaten. Now it’s a pile of guts that have sprouted inch-long white tufts of fine, fibrous mo...

So I went back. Back to Skyline Trail, where I fell off a cliff and ruined my body forever. Okay, melodrama aside, I fell off some rocks I w...

The multi-hued yellows from aspen, birch, and cottonwood adorn the trails inches thick under every tree. When the leaves land this way, the...

Smoking fish, that is. My dad had a smoker that got used a handful of times during my childhood. I have vivid memories of seeing it chugging...