Big Sur Moon

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June 20th marked the first time in nearly 70 years that a full moon coincided with the Summer solstice, and although it’s been our home-base for some time now, I couldn’t think of a better time to finally traverse the iconic stretch of highway on which we live, guided by the glow of Earth’s only satellite. Continue reading

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Mount St Helens: A 16-Hour Solo Circuit

 

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“People say nothing is impossible, but I do nothing everyday.” – Winnie the Pooh

After a year of intensely satisfying travel, especially travel of an adventurous slant, willfully hopping back into the workforce with both feet is tinged with hesitance. It’s like chasing honey with vinegar. Resume gets updated, sloppy hair gets cut, and you try and look respectable. If Mom were here she’d spit on a hanky and scrub me red. Continue reading

Eat

 


 

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“Let’s see here.  Allright, two dozen Reese Cups, gummy bears…”

Here it comes.

“Ramen…yep.  Uh, jar of peanut butter, tortillas, M&M’s.  Instant potatoes, um, two three, ok.  Ten Snickers, bag of Fritos, and, oh yeah, donut holes.”
The heavily bearded, slightly emaciated hiker in front of me nararated as he packed his foodbag.  Let’s call him Redbeard (a common moniker along the AT).

“And I could never do without these.”  He held out a sleeve of off brand sandwich cookies; the kind you find on the snack tray in the fellowship hall before church a service.   I looked at the Oreo knockoffs, nodded that I understood, and waited, expecting a punchline.   He shrugged and dumped them into a ziplock and crammed them in his pack, next to a few tuna packets and instant oatmeal.  His friend exclaimed from the trash can just outside the entrance of the grocery store.

“Dude somebody bought Triscuits!” He was gazing into the recepticle, full of hiker trash.

“Amateurs.” muttered Redbeard as he pulled the lid from a pint of Edys Moose Tracks. Continue reading