I’m currently plugging away at book two of the upcoming series. And while I peruse old photos and leaf through trail maps, I’m reminded of how much I miss this place…
Updates on my nomadic life. Sometimes reflective, sometimes humorous, rarely useful.
Nomad No More? Writing Update and Other News
First off: The current word count for the first book of my Thriller series is at 82,366.
I’d planned for 80k and after a solid editing pass, it might get cut down to that. But right now, the hero is locked in the back of a squad car in the middle of a raging gun battle and has to figure out how to escape before he can take down the militia sent to round him up…
Diary of a Climate Nomad – Maine
Go far enough north into Maine and you reach what some call the final remnants of the lower 48’s unspoiled frontier. Over the two hundred and fifty or so years of this nation’s history, the vast stretch of wilderness and… Read More ›
To the Crew We’ve Lost Along the Way
This post is long overdue. In May, our faithful science officer, Alfie went on to explore the greater wilds beyond this sprawling universe…
Be Prepared – More than a Motto
Yesterday, I hiked the Presidential Range in the White Mountains of New Hampshire. Two days earlier, a hiker died nearby…
They Call This a Trail – New Hampshire
Before we even arrived at the White Mountain National Forest in New Hampshire, I was warned by a fellow traveler to make sure and purchase the state’s safe hiking card. That way, if I was injured in the backcountry and… Read More ›
Diary of a Climate Nomad – Texas
“If you don’t like the weather, just wait a minute,” has been the Texas punchline for decades. Having lived in the state for over twenty years, I can attest to the wild swings in temperature. Every January, I got used… Read More ›
An odd time where my house hibernates next to my boyhood home. The driver’s side window staring down into the kitchen like the eye of a great leviathan peering into the past…
Always on the Move
We pulled into Lake Mead last week, our little oasis in the desert. Coming back, I realize how much I loved this place the first time. It’s enchanting. The landscape this unrefined, unfinished sandbox of the gods. Ancient and wrinkled and weathered, scarred with jagged valleys and craggy heights, the lake rests like a gem on a mummified neck uncovered in some primordial tomb…
Nomad Update: Back on the Trails
With all the traveling, I’ve spent a lot of time trying to get back to Montana.
The trails there will spoil you. Catch them in the spring and they’re a riot of color bathed in a sun so close the warmth burns through even the chilliest breeze. It was there I really found my hiking and backpacking mojo..