A Mooch on the Muir Trail

Down one switchback after another. I was a bit brokenhearted. Spiritually suffering. We had turned off the John Muir Trail – our lifeline for the past ten days — about a quarter mile back. The junction marked the coming end, back to “civilization” (had

were we as good as Pterospora andromedea at stealing food, [...]

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The Sierra Nevada: Of the Parasitic and Fallopian

save yourself

I was weary from my life at sea level, and so took to the mountains a couple weeks ago for a writing retreat offered through San Francisco State’s Sierra

on Highway 49 between Sattley and Bassetts

Nevada Field Campus. Yes, there is such a thing (isn’t that cool?), and it’s [...]

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