I was promised on a time – to have reason for my rhyme; From that time unto this season, I received nor rhyme nor reason. ~Edmund Spenser Nor is there…
We ate couscous and tuna under a mushroom soup night sky. The fire crackled as we conversed, then tucked into the bright orange pod of a tent and wriggled into…
The chafe from the Gore had abated to an itch…time to hike again.As I was sitting on the floor, peering at maps and dreaming, Andy of Andy, Leda, Hobbes, rings…