“I always have relied on the kindness of strangers.”
– Blanche Du Bois, A Streetcar Named Desire Seven days into to our stay at Goose Lake has been like Eden after Adam and Eve ate the apple, still Paradise; but shadows of background irritation…
Morning Encounters
(by Ruth, from Goose Lake, OR) The thing about summer is, it gets light around 5am. The thing about border collies is, they get up at daybreak. And want to do five miles. On my…
Open Door and Confessional Whore
We all complain about the foibles of humanity as is incessantly announced in our daily news, and upon which rests the roots of all that is failure of the “others” in our society. Here’s a…
Highway 395: Trackway (Part 2)
As the eastern Sierra and approximate Highway 395 route was a major bird flyway, so too it was a trackway for animals and the Native Americans who depended upon them for their sustenance. As…
Highway 395- Flyway, Track-way, Gateway, Highway (Part 1)
Nestled along the eastern Sierra range from southern California near the Mojave Desert, crossing into and out of Nevada, skirting the eastern edge of California, into the high desert of Oregon, and crossing the Columbia…
Traveling through Terroir
Merriam-Webster: “The combination of factors including soil, climate, and sunlight that gives wine grapes their distinctive character.” How do we identify and relate to others? The microcosm of our personal world is wrapped up in…