I can tell it's going to be cold tonight. All day, I've been stocking the woodstove. Even though a propane heater in the living room keeps the chill down for the kids playing, in the kitchen it gets cold if you don't keep feeding the iron beast. Our house is old, built in the 1940s, with a …
The Moose Tree
“That’s a widow-maker,” I said while pointing to a nearby tree. I was speaking to Bret who was proudly standing next to the wall tent he'd just put up. He now looked confused. It was clear he had no clue what I was talking about. “That tree…” I again pointed up to the massive Douglas-fir just 75 …
Follow the North Star
It was cold and lonely at midnight in October. The range was dead quiet after exhaling its last deep breath of fall. It was a decisive switch to full on senescence—dormancy after the frantic production of high-altitude shortness of a 60-day summer. Except for the stars poking through the …
Winter Cold, Winter Quiet
Dear Friends This week, we're featuring a photo essay from my oldest daughter, Melanie. She is the keeper of the horse on Alderspring, and it's her work to care for the 40 or so that are our faithful partners. For most of them, work starts up again when springtime slips in and green grass cloaks …
Life Rests on Leaves of Grass
Despite the pitch darkness, the boys headed out on the windswept polder, together pulling a narrow wagon bearing 8 empty milk cans. “Polder” was the word they all used when referring to land taken from the sea. All of them lived and worked below sea level in this place; some of the more …
When Muskrat Helped Beaver
When I lifted the beaver, his weight completely surprised me. He looked like he should weigh about 20lbs, but in the pet carrier, he felt about the size of an overgrown muskrat: maybe 8 pounds. I realized his thick coat, which made him look much larger than his weight, must be mostly insulating air …