Clair de lune The mountains finally shed a perfect moon. Two in the morning. We’ve had the black for tracing brushy hill and frozen bog,...

Go to the River's Edge This is where someone saw the two of them go in – the girl on a boulder by snowmelt current, her fiancé with...

Hiking Old Dog to the Alpine Lake She takes the lead with unaccustomed spryness, remembering this route through sagebrush, bitterbrush,...

Quake Labyrinth We climbed stairs to the landing, and a door, but it was jammed. Another de-construct of earthquake that knocked down...