You can’t get the birch bark smell from a crisp photo, or the warmth that the flames send forth. You have to go build the fire, and sit by it. Breathe it, tend it, and follow the lofted sparks until the night sky just turn’s them into stars...

With the right equipment and clothes winter can be a great time for camping. There are no crowds or bugs, and there's the fun of cross-country skiing, snowshoeing, snowmobiling, animal tracking, bird watching, and ice fishing. Preparing to winter camp starts with the shelter...

Somewhere in those trees is more than a portage trail. The very path is the absence of trees. One foot fall at a time, in an incessant pounding of mine and yours, trod by our favorite foot gear creates and maintains the portal to which I will pass through. Me and my mind must hike this hall...

As we wind down from our six month winter here in Nebraska, and things begin to green up.....you hear the whispers in the air...

Some of the best Saturday shore lunches I have eaten have started with a Tuesday. Tuesdays my butcher told me is thee day to shop at the local market. All lasts weeks old stuff has been bought and the new stuff is being put on the shelf. So On Monday I...

For me there is a direct correlation between the flames of the campfire and  my sleeping bag. They both take the chill off eventually, but not completely. As  my front or backside reflects the fire it warms either my face or my posterior. My mummy bag encases almost all of me, to the exclusion of...

You know the folks that jog; I’m not one of them. Or one of those people who mountain bike. I’m not into impact aerobics. Pounding feet or pounding down the hill and vale will take something out of me and it must for those folks as well. We all have our own way of getting it out, hopefully to getting it back...