The Strong Survive Seven months ago, I posted a video to Facebook titled “Sometimes Life Sucks”. In the clip was a deer with a broken leg, stumbling through the pitch dark woods in a snowstorm. Life couldn’t get worse, however, we knew that nature would soon end his terrible suffering. Guess who came by on […]
Think of a ski resort and mow the trails with that in mind. _________________________ It was hard to imagine that on the 24th day of September when leaves were changing color and starting to fall, the temperature outside was 88 degrees. What better opportunity than a summer-like day to mow the trails in preparation for cross-country skiing this […]
Darn it, I thought as we approached the turn off to Moise and noticed snow on the mountains of the National Bison Range. I had a hunch that the Red Sleep Drive would be closed, but it wasn’t confirmed until we arrived at the visitor’s center where a ranger told us that 3 inches of […]
We arrived at the rendezvous to discover that the rest of our muzzleloading club was hiding out in their tents. The rain, which had started pouring down on the previous day, had proved to be a bit much for everyone. After getting some supplies together, we headed over to sign up for the […]
Week 1 The orange sign with the green 4H clover was propped on the rural mail box marking the turn to Lapp’s farm. After a long cold winter the snow was melting and the road to the farm-house was muddy. As we passed the white farmhouse, I noticed that it looked empty and said that […]
While Martin City may not be a balmy Black Sea resort, it is famous for its own form of winter sports. Here we watch brave souls endure brutal wind chills to witness the annual Cabin Fever Days’ bar stool races.
Learning to make lye soap the cold-process way is a rewarding experience. Not simply because you can brag to your friends that you have made homemade soap, but because you know that you’ve learned a practical skill; a skill that will benefit you even if you never make another bar of soap. It’s a basic […]
The explosion of the shot pierced the early morning quiet of the forest as I was about to prepare myself a bowl of baked oatmeal. “Already?” I thought to myself. Looking through the window, I saw David sitting quietly in his chair beside his truck. It was a cold and damp morning, so I grabbed […]