glacial maws
Action drove me from my paralysis. Before that, there had been fear. It snuck up, gripped me by my throat, drummed wildly against my heart, and threw its dark magic into my eyes. It crowded the space in between my brain and skull, horror vacuii set in like Ooblek’s goo. I couldn’t move. I was … Read more
Llovía
As we sat underneath the tarp eating our dinner, it began to rain. By this time, we were used to it. This onslaught of water, this downpour. Our second semester in the Chilean Patagonia and we were no longer strangers to this element. I peered out from the blue tarp that was our kitchen, as … Read more
A Fly Angler’s Genesis
Memories of fishing lakes and streams pulse like the last light of a dying star. Neither brilliant nor faded, they contribute to the entire sky-scape of adolescence. So, it was a sad moment when, last summer, I threw out jars of moldy salmon eggs, knotted leaders, rusted hooks and lures that had occupied my tackle … Read more
Good Company
Two older boys from church were on their way -and that was all I knew. When Kevin and Ian arrived I had already been blindfolded. They put me into the passenger seat of a car and said, “You’ll have to trust us”. I knew better. Two other church boys, deemed camp counselors, said those same … Read more
The Language of Nature and Romance.
Wind chilled the sweat on our skin while we paused our journey through a steep glacial valley. Our resting place was in a thick stand of aspens and the mid-morning sun shone from directly overhead illuminating the spade shaped leaves. They were iridescent and in the wind they shimmered like scales on the side of … Read more
