Falls Dam again, this time from upstream. It is five miles of trail from the dam to get to this view, though it can’t be more than a mile as the crow flies.
Falls Dam again, this time from upstream. It is five miles of trail from the dam to get to this view, though it can’t be more than a mile as the crow flies.
The workshop has been blood-warm much of this month so I bought a chip carving knife and some basswood and have been sitting at my desk to practice. I may be approaching a charming level of mediocrity.
On my substack: I officially started hiking the Mountains-to-Sea Trail at Falls of the Neuse. Geology, longleaf pines, funny dogs, deadly floods, and a bald eagle.
The trail into a not too recently burned patch of long leaf pine forest at Falls Lake. The bark is still visibly singed, but saplings are growing back.
Cursed with a nationwide shortage and blessed with a rampant garden, I made my own sriracha. It tastes pretty good, but the real test will involve tater tots and mayonnaise.
Virginia day flowers growing by a utility pole.
On looking down: Wildflowers along the Crabtree Creek and its tributaries
Thanks to whoever it was recommended (or at least mentioned) Matsuo Basho’s The Narrow Road to the North. I am enjoying it.
On the absurdity, and necessity, of walking in a technological age. Warning: This essay mentions bindlestiffs and name-drops Edward Abbey.
I have decided to start hiking the North Carolina Moutains-to-Sea Trail in stages over the next couple of years, and also to blog the experience on Substack: The Road to Jockey’s Ridge. Free and available for your consideration. I’ll link individual posts here as well.