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Eavesdropping in the Woods or “He Just Doesn’t Have the Drive”
Wild mustard in bloom within the Ventura River Preserve. I lay on my back aside El Nido Meadow, sprawled across a trailside bench in the dappled light filtering through the oak tree canopy. Staring up at a patch of blue … Continue reading
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Tagged El Nido Meadow, Hiking, Hiking (2), Landscapes, Nature, Non-fiction, Outdoors, Photos, Pics, Tales, Ventura River Preserve, Writing
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Of Soldiers and Warriors
Nineteenth century U.S. cavalry. “Indians stay pretty much to the reservations anymore, where they belong. There’s no way of mixing the white race with the red. Too many differences.” Andy knew the differences all too well, for he had lived … Continue reading
Making a Mockery of a Wildlife Sanctuary
Yesterday I enjoyed some of the best my little corner of the planet has to offer. I surfed for a couple of hours and spent a number of other hours hiking the backcountry and swimming in a mountain stream. Ironically, … Continue reading
