The American Museum of the House Cat

Meet the Catman, Dr. Harold Sims, a retired college biology professor and passionate cat advocate who opened the American Museum of the House Cat and Catman 2 Shelter in Sylva, North Carolina, 22 years ago. On the way back from a recent business trip to Atlanta, GA, I decided to use my impeccable navigation skills…

Spontaneously Floating The Boise River

Many years ago, I became online friends with, for the sake of this blog post we’ll call him Job. One day, after months of witty banter back and forth online and every day phone calls full of joking, word puns, and talk of adventure, I asked Job, “what are you up to this weekend?”  Job…

Love & Light for Baltimore

In light of the Baltimore Riots and Conflict I’d like to share a quote by Rollo May: “When inward life dries up, when feeling decreases and apathy increases, when one cannot affect or even genuinely touch another person, violence flares up as a daimonic necessity for contact, a mad drive forcing touch in the most…

A weekend at the Red River Gorge

With only two more weeks until one of my best friends leaves to go back to Michigan and then to embark on the journey of a lifetime, we decided to make the best of this past weekend with a trip to the Red River Gorge in Slade KY.  Our other friends Ben, the Gypsy Rover,…

Buzzardroost Rock Trail Hike with the Viking

Being an adventurer is wild and exciting and involves a lot of living in and embracing the moment, but as I told a friend the other day, sometimes the moment doesn’t feel good, sometimes it can be difficult, or unsettling, maddening, sad or just plain miserable. But, we need to be in it anyway. We…

Cabin Life

I woke up this morning with a chilly breeze seeping into the open part of my sleeping bag.  From inside the bag, I could barely see the morning light. Damn, I thought, I let the fire go out again. Since I moved to the cabin on the hill, I’ve been learning valuable lessons about how…

Thanksgiving Madness

I woke up around 11:00 am this morning with a Thanksgiving hangover. No, not from drinking, because my parents house in an alcohol free zone, which after the months I’ve lived in Rabbit Hash Kentucky, I’m almost thankful for that alone. My hangover is a combination type, from over eating and noise. I’ve become rather…

A Visit to Dark Wood Farm & a New Friend

While in Rabbit Hash, KY, as my previous post mentions (I think…) I met some new friends. Amongst those friends were a group of farmers that came down for a beer on the General Store porch. I overheard them (nosey gypsy) talking about their farms and by their appearance, gathered that they’d been working. As…