This year, RV purchases went wild and prices soared astronomically. #VanLife is trending. People are working remote, thinking about their options. It’s the post-COVID normal. But if you’re living and working in the great outdoors like me, the surge of new, inexperienced campers has posed some unique challenges…
Life here does not surrender, it does not dominate. It takes whatever meager sustenance offered and continues…
Yesterday, I climbed a mountain to get away from it all. 12,000 feet and a thousand miles away wasn’t quite far enough…
Stardate ???????? My absence requires a long and difficult explanation. I only hope the higher-ups at Starfleet will look favorably on my past record. My hope is that I shall not be deemed unfit for duty. Our first sign of… Read More ›
This week, I want to step back into reality (which may or may not vary from the story of our intrepid Captain and crew…) We’ve been nomads for four months now. While we’re still newbs, we’ve developed a few useful… Read More ›
Universal translators are a fickle thing. Yes, they can provide a literal translation but they can’t revise and rearrange ideas. Anytime a maintenance query or systems report request begins with “Shaka, when the walls fell,” I’m out.
Captain’s Log, Stardate 100618 “We’re dead in the water. That,” I said, pointing to the umbilical linked to our dock, “is the only thing keeping us alive.” The situation since Farpoint Bronson had become dire. Our dilthium crystals drained, our… Read More ›
Captain’s Log, Stardate 092918 Having barely escaped our encounter at Farpoint Bronson, we set a course for Federation space. As we departed, our antimatter clones watched with interest, their minds calculating, conspiring, but what? Our impulse engines humming just outside… Read More ›
Captain’s Log, Stardate 092218 Without so much as an echo on the scanners, neither the First Officer nor our Science Officer will offer their opinion on the ghost ship sighting. But I am certain enough that I am adding it… Read More ›
Captain’s Log, Stardate 091518 We’ve arrived at the edges of Federation space, transiting through the Dakotas into Northern Minnesota. It is a strange sight to watch the last of the stars slip off the bow and then stare into a… Read More ›
RUSS LINTON 