The paper factory makes Rockhammar look a bit “Twin Peaks.” What’s weird is that the factory made this village a thriving community back in the day. You can still see the ghosts of that community: a broken down miniature golf … Read More
As we come back to the house, the snow falls hard, and we struggle through a foot of it that has accumulated on the ground. We’ve made it back before sunset, so we’ll be inside before the night creatures appear. … Read More
It’s 2:30 p.m., and we realize that the sun is setting earlier than we had anticipated. We’ve been on the trail after dark before, but only on the main path, which is lighted. This part is not, and I wonder … Read More
Rounding the bend toward the 2nd bridge, there is a little clearing with a gigantic ant hill that reaches to my waist. It looks frozen, but I don’t want to poke it to find out. No telling what kind of … Read More
Ok, so this one time last winter, I hiked out to the lake at Rockhammar and sat on the meditation rock. This is the rock I hold in my mind’s eye when I meditate no matter where I am, … Read More
As we sit in the summerhouse, the sky opens up, and suddenly it’s winter proper. At last, because global warming is also apparent in the Motherland too. We get on the boots, the coats, the layers. Let us walk the … Read More