Our battle with the Texas heat has occupied a fair bit of space on the blog lately, I know that...
Minding our pace
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And here we are
This is Day 422 of 15 Days to Flatten the Curve. Deb and I are well. Hard as it may be to believe, as I type this it’s pouring rain outside...
Movin’ on
It’s Day 367 of 15 Days to Flatten the Curve. Deb and I are soggy but fine. Even after only two nights in the campground we left this morning, it truly was hard to drive away — it’s an amazing place, a real treat for us...
The nine most terrifying words
It’s Day 349 of 15 Days to Flatten the Curve. Deb and I are ok today. Never do I go out of my way to tune-in to Daffy McHairsniffer’s pressers — they’re not “appointment TV” (or radio) for me...
Theater silences choir
This is Day 343 of 15 Days to Flatten the Curve. Deb and I are great. Today’s header image, by the way, is 40 years old. Well, it looks like the month of February came and went without news of one of my favorite traditions...
Day 333: Can’t stop now
This is Day 333 of 15 Days to Flatten the Curve. Deb and I are just ducky. Okay, so I’m not the first person to use the term “budget bushcraft.” It’s still a worthy pursuit...
Day 330: Naming names
It’s Day 330 of The First Ohio Shutdown. Deb and I are well. The knife in today’s header image depicts not the best fixed-blade money can buy, but (as far as I’m concerned) what might be the best fixed-blade knife for the money...
Day 329: Jammin’
This is Day 329 of 15 Days to Flatten the Curve. Deb and I are okie-dokie. And we’re gettin’ more snow. By the time it’s all over, this round could bring the most we’ve seen...
Day 325: Call it by name
This is Day 325 of 15 Days to Flatten the Curve and Day 85 Ohio’s WuFlu Curfew. Deb and I are doin’ well. Each of our escapes last year came to a close, of course, when we arrived back at Second Chance Ranch and shut the engine off. The header image today...
Day 320: Camping, Coulter & comments
It’s Day 320 of The First Ohio Shutdown and Day 80 of Ohio’s WuFlu Curfew. Deb and I are well. My introduction to camping didn’t come from family. There were no outdoorsmen among my close blood relations. When we took...
