I have no dramatic, weird or suspenseful tales to tell about the weekend, in which we traded our city, finally glittering with what is always a deceptively bright and warm early Spring, for the basalt columns of the Frenchman Coulee and its bone-dry, shadeless basins. No mishaps, no injuries, no wrong trails. It was pretty boringly idyllic, and that was okay with us.
I finally went to Vegas and I didn’t gamble a single penny. Not on cards or dice, anyways. Nor with money, because the money was pointedly spent on the plane ticket from Seattle without a shred of doubt or remorse. What I gambled on was the possibility of losing my composure, on throwing responsibility out the window and letting go of all focus as we sped away from the buildings and flashing lights and toward the blood-red megaliths rising fromRead More
I’ve been logging plenty of days on coastlines and tidal flats and mountains lately. Not counting the rare days of sun that bring me back from the ledge after too much grey, this is my only means of surviving winter in the northwest: Sea or Summit, where cold winds and open spaces push back against the feeling that I live in a dimly lit box. During the week, when I can’t get out of the city, I constantly fight againstRead More