2000 miles. 4 states–Montana, Idaho, Wyoming, and Colorado. 14,000+ ft. 4 months. Snow, rain, wind and now desert. Hello New Mexico. Nice to meet you.
South San Juans
by Master Bagerski1.3 miles an hour. Post holing to our hips. And winds with snow that felt like buck shot in the face.
Prismacolored Monks
by Master BagerskiMountain Monastaries and Prismacolored Monks
We all walked with our heads bowed in silence. Not because we wanted to buy because we had to. For minutes. For hours. For minutes thy lasted for hours. Silence only interrupted to change the prayer cadence walking order. This was not to pay our respects to the mountain gods, although [...]
cleverly disguised
by Slowboat Blackwella ruse. a disguise. tell me lies, tuesday, tell me sweet little lies.
Ok…some cold photos
by Master BagerskiThese are from the past week or so of snow, blizzard, hail, rain, more snow, and COLD weather of southern Colorado. I think we counted and have had only 3 days this entire state of sunny weather all day.
bear eyes and ears and nose
by Slowboat BlackwellCrepuscular – referring to animals primarily active during twilight, dawn and dusk.
i call them bear eyes, but really it’s the bear hour. there is a certain time of night when dusk blurs to dark. what’s left of the light makes the whole forest come alive. every tree, stump, rock and log threatens like a bear. [...]
magic stories. the trail magic edition.
by Slowboat Blackwellnot all of stories from this summer (sometimes winter?) are so worrisome and epic. these are a few shorts from the good -can you believe that happened?- stories.
ps. greg salisbury is probably the nicest guy in encampment, wyoming. he’s also the town taxidermist, a welder on a gas pipeline, the only guy who would pick [...]
prom in a sequin dress.
by Slowboat Blackwellmy hands were worse. they would barely work and hardly hold the pencil (that i keep just in case the ink in my pen won’t flow.) i swear that even my brain was frozen. half of it anyway, the creative half. i could only write fragments in my journals. so. put away your reading glasses, [...]
Superlatives
by Slowboat BlackwellGood morning from twin lakes. I woke up early and walked outside. Beautiful. I heard everyone grumble. “valley thinks everything is beautiful,” as they rolled over to go back to bed. An hour later, a storm rolled in and it all went grey and frigid. “real beautiful morning, valley.” then I showed them the pictures [...]
