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And nothing but sky.

November 8, 2015 Uncategorized

We hopped the 28 toward the Hi-Line on Wednesday afternoon, after sipping rye whisky from the red velvet stools of the piano bar at Union Station. The sky was dark by the time we hit Bingen, and we saw no more of the land rushing by until suddenly, the next morning, we were greeted by alternating stanzas of flaming larches and somber pine. Crystal bought us coffee from the lounge car attendant with the booming baritone voice, and we savored the sweetness of the slowRead More

On Narwhals

September 20, 2015 Uncategorized

For Pipoca, for my sisters, for you: I think the problem with this notion that “there are plenty more fish in the sea” is exactly that: We don’t want another flounder. Lord knows we’ve caught our share. What we’re searching for is a motherfucking Narwhal, and frankly, one just does not find a Narwhal by hanging around Ogygia. We’ll keep pulling in our lines expecting something elusive and magical, only to find another bottom-feeder who was fun to reel in, maybe got our adrenalineRead More

Seeking the right route

September 12, 2015 Uncategorized

A little over a month ago, my friend Katie and I were in the midst of a gally rally, running around the North Cascades in her VW Synchro, dreaming and scheming and enjoying a little retreat from Big City life. In between climbing and jumping into an icy-cold river, and fixing a flat tire on the side of a mountain, I asked her a pointed question: “When was the last time you woke up in the morning and said to yourself, honestly andRead More