Loss and the Love of a Dog
980 Words. 4 Minute Read.
Scott had a home on a two-acre island with a rickety wood bridge that looked like it was straight from the set of Swiss Family Robinson. I don’t know how I got home every night, but I always woke up to Scott’s black lab sleeping with me. He’d burrow beneath the covers and get as close as he could. That puppy knew I wasn’t well, and as only a dog can do, he loved me unconditionally.
Jazz on the Fly
949 Words. 4 Minute Read.
l believe jazz and fly fishing are similar. They’re poetic, ripe with spontaneity, and beautiful in their imperfections. When done right, it’s art at its highest level.
Blizzards in Jackson Hole
518 Words. 2 Minute Read.
After supper, everyone who wasn’t on the night shift would head back to our cabins on the Snake River to listen to music, play volleyball, smoke pot, get naked in the hot springs, shoot pool at the employee tavern, or knock out whistle pigs with our fly rods.
Babs & Dolly
629 Words. 2 Minute Read.
Out of the Bose speakers came a sound smoother than Ladakhi cashmere, more powerful than a locomotive, and as delicate as Venetian glass. It filled the cavernous room with beauty, sensually entwined with silky clouds of cigar smoke - a wraithlike waltz of sorts.