Infused rambling in dim-lit aisles, Strange vibrations heaping into piles, I float the river for miles. I say, “We need to float; float that boat, all the way to Belding.” This we did, and with the river, we sing. To an island, we came to be. “Let’s make some chili,” I say. Looking above in…
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Winter Trail
I slide on those battered Columbia hikers leaning off the side of my hammock swinging trail side. The feel of warm wet socks from the day before slipping unwanted inside a frozen shoe. With the crunch of snow and clanging of spikes, like a herd of turtles we go stomping down that trail. To hell…
Camping at Bowman Lake, MI
I headed North to Greenville, MI from my tin can home here in Indiana. First stop was to pick up Will. When I arrived we had our usual palavar in the garage. After loading up the car with his gear we took off North once again to Bowman Lake near Baldwin, MI. We found this…
Cycles & Bowman Lake Trips
Squandered time has eclipsed wasted dreams floating in the motions, Days mix and mingle waiting for the subsequent streams lacking emotions, Fresh coffee every half hour steams in retreat from the commotions, Reality screams through the seams as I accept my demotion, But, as it would seem we still have Bowman.
Salamonie Reservoir, Camping on the Bloodroot Trail
We had a decently warm week here in Indiana. Almost too warm for the tail end of February. We will take it with no complaints. With that being said, I decided to take full advantage of the weather and head down to the Bloodroot Trail on the Salamonie Reservoir. I have completed this…
A Night in the Woods
I let the depths of the earth swallow me like a fish in a pond, Watching with intense eyes, As the ripples withered into dark tranquility, It took me like a moth to light, I vigorously danced with ferns and scavenged with raccoons, I swam with fish and ran with deer, I lead a troop…
Nature Calling!
I stand on the edge of reality, Peering into the eyes of destruction, Feeling the wind push the stench below my nose, A wave of wild ambition creeps in my veins, Mind and body sway with the trees.
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