This blob brought to your by Funhog Press We deflated the rafts and rigged our packs over lunch. It was time to go hiking again. Onto a long ridge, we walked over clay and flat rocks. The smoothness of the … Read More
This blog brought to you by Funhog Press The snow dappled Brooks Range faded behind us as wide vistas of tundra beckoned ahead. Camp came on a breezy gravel bar. A long mesa called Poko Mountain glowed in the northwest. … Read More
This blob brought to you by Funhog Press Lisa and Jer were already past the bear. Had I not said anything it would’ve let us stroll on past, its head buried in the bushes. But my instinct was to warn … Read More
This BLOB brought to you by Funhog Press. The gauge read 1,200 cfs. The roaring brown torrent before us was easily twice that. We might have hiked back to the car, but here we were, with boats—and portage shoes. Thus … Read More
This BLOB brought to you by Funhog Press I hope I don’t jinx the weather gods by making the below proclamation too early, but as I sit at home watching snowflakes fall on the first day of a forecasted 5 … Read More
The creek gurgled softly, reflecting a trembling light on an overhanging roof of limestone. Here we sat, backs resting on shelves of the polished gray rock while contemplating Ed Abbey’s words, the river, the cliffs that soared beyond our view, … Read More
This blog brought to you by Funhog Press The lake was less than a half-mile away and there was still thirty minutes of daylight left, so one might think that our timing was perfect. But within that half-mile lay a … Read More
This blog brought to you by Funhog Press Lunging up granite steps in the trail, I was glad to have nothing but a skinny day pack, but I couldn’t help thinking about carrying a loaded kayak. This was the trail … Read More
This BLOB brought to you by Funhog Press Maybe a dozen years ago, I decided that 200 cubic feet per second was the minimum water level for paddling Oak Creek. In a hard shell kayak, this still seems about right. … Read More
This bit’ o blobbin brought to you by Funhog Press. Despite what the Internet said about reliable flows in the Tuolumne River, I couldn’t squelch a sudden rise of panic when the forest service clerk said, “You know the water … Read More