Home again, home again
1,248 some odd miles and 5 days later we are home at last from the Redwoods. We arrived in Seattle late Saturday night worn out, and frustrated. As it turns out the Oregon Coast is packed out in the...
View ArticleWe are the feeling you get in the Golden State
Guess what we are doing after work? Going to California! This trip has been long anticipated and it is finally here. We are flying down to LA with Andrea (my sister), and Anna (probably my first...
View ArticleOne more night in Hollywood
If you were worried we didn’t return from California, rest easy, we are back in Seattle enjoying cooler, damper, weather. We didn’t really WANT to come back but we had plane tickets. Besides, I don’t...
View ArticleRivers and Roads
It feels a bit odd to be back in the city. Having spent the last five days road-tripping from Seattle to Los Angeles, hammock camping beneath the stars, and flyfishing from sun-up to sun-down, I’m...
View ArticleKings Canyon in Three Parts (1/3)
In June my friend Jeremy and I decided to fly to California to pay my brother Joseph a visit and engage in some kind of fly-fishing based adventure. We found ourselves in Kings Canyon, somewhere...
View ArticleKings Canyon in Three Parts (2/3)
Fishing the Run Well by Jeremy Spyridon Let me tell you what happens when you fly-fish for the first time in your life. You will fall. You will hook more rocks than fish. You will catch your rod on...
View ArticleKings Canyon in Three Parts (3/3)
Part 3 by Joseph Carlson “Good poetry has layers that take time to perceive and enjoy. So a person who reads a lot of good poetry has often learned patience and comes to take joy in growing slowly.”...
View ArticleCalifornia So Far
We have now lived in California for a little over three months. I think it is safe to say that we love it here! So far: It has rained about four times – We have felt one earthquake – We have gone...
View ArticleJoshua Tree, California: A Most Excellent Getaway Spot
We found it odd. The way the chipmunk staggered woozily from the brush like the town drunk in a bad Western. Perhaps he’d nibbled his way into some camper’s stash of peyote. Maybe he was just a little...
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