Wishful Thinking

  Tom Schmottlach and I were at it again. This time, to see to a dream of exploring a Sierra-sized chunk of granite that sits high above South Lake, 14 miles west of Bishop. If its orange face were down lower it’d be a destination. If it were in Nebraska, it’d be a State Park. But […]

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The Hammock

I was lying in a hammock stretched between two thick trees at the end of a long dirt road. Someone had strung the thing up a few weeks ago and damn if it didn’t make a fine place to while away an afternoon with a good book. The maple’s broad leaves did their best to collect all […]

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