Category Archives: The Wild

Hiking in the early morning cold of the Smokies yesterday with Jack. This guy loves being outside more than anything else.   In their everyday life, of being a domesticated pet, we can’t really appreciate their true nature and arsenal of abilities.   He treads lightly through the forest as he sneaks around trees, responds […]

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Seasonal Affective Disorder, also known as the “winter blues” is normally meant to happen when you go from sunny/warm days to cold/foggy/dark days, but oddly enough I experience the exact opposite of this when the skies start clearing and the temperatures get warm. So while everyone else is like, “Hey, it’s going to be 75 […]

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“As you sit on the hillside, or lie prone under the trees of the forest, or sprawl wet-legged by a mountain stream, the great door, that does not look like a door, opens.” -Stephen Graham

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“This was how our parents taught us to love the mountains: They made us feel like part of them. Because, in essence, mountains are like people: To love them, you must first get to know them, and when you do, you can tell when they are angry and when they are happy, how you should […]

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We’ve had a healthy snow storm descend on the Smokies within the past few days and everything’s shutdown and closed up. Basically what that means is, I can’t get where I need to be.  Try as I may, I looked for a way in on Sunday, but to no avail. The best I could do […]

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The Cunning Crow. “Crows are mischievous and clever, resourceful and opportunistic, widespread and ever present. Yet, crows also have a more sinister association, their shadows, their darkness, their taunting voices. Crows symbolize the two sides of the human experience: life and death.”  

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“The Smokies Bury Their Secrets” “A good tracker knows to look for the white. Always look for white. That bright white leads you to fresh tracks, new breaks in twigs, scuff marks. Things that lead you to people.” – Dwight McCarter, man-tracker On June 14, 1969 six year old Dennis Martin disappeared from Spence Field.  […]

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