The sheriff’s dispatcher gave exact coordinates over the phone, out to seven digits I believe, so we knew exactly where the hiker was in relation…
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Eureka has a steamy, half starved look, especially late in the year from the second story as I turn to my right and stare out…
If I still believed the things I was told when I was a teenager, barely able to distinguish truth from fiction, I would be as cranked up about a vast liberal conspiracy to control my every action, take my guns away, and teach my offspring to be sexual deviants as the vast majority of Americans. Actually, that’s not exactly correct.
Probably my favorite Fourth of July memory is the afternoon in Arcata when I got drunk early and wandered over to the ballpark just as…
The road out of Gualala, at least the road I chose, climbed from a pleasant creekbottom, cooled by tall trees and damp breezes, abruptly and…
Saving the earth through recycling is big business, judging by the number of can and bottle buyers set up in parking lots and empty corners…
I found myself on the grassy series of knobs headed uphill into dark woods, the old stage coach route which picked out a somewhat more…
I’d prefer not to call the cops. I don’t have anything against cops and I don’t fear them. Some of my friends and relatives are…
At dawn I’m in the grassy roadway just a few yards away from the Caspar cemetery, a peaceful and rustic spot surrounded by a venerable…