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Two pictures from the fire lookout, with a kite string between

Two pictures from the fire lookout, with a kite string between

Posted by on Jul 17, 2014

Except for a small misgiving that haunts the echo chamber that is my heart, I am very happy these weeks out at the fire lookout. What a relief to be done with the windy tense drama of June. What a pleasure to voyage through the shadows and rain festivals of July. Now I record an inch of rain one day, a quarter of an inch the next. The night lights up vast...

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Me and Smokey Bear; Gearing up for another season

Me and Smokey Bear; Gearing up for another season

Posted by on May 8, 2014

Some time ago I stopped by Smokey Bear’s office in the Department of Agriculture in Washington, D.C., and I said, “Hey Smokey! Aren’t you tired of holding down a desk? Why don’t you come out to Arizona and work in the woods again.” He didn’t commit, and the winter passed, and about the time Fisher Point started smoking this spring I got a text message that...

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My Tree by Moving Water; Where Root Meets Rock

My Tree by Moving Water;  Where Root Meets Rock

Posted by on Apr 3, 2014

I collect trees.  That grove of oaks out A-1 Mountain Road, the grandmother juniper beside a trail north of town, the biggest aspen of them all on the west slope of the Peaks and the trees that lean over the St. George River in Maine to drop golden leaves each fall. And the mulberry I climbed when I was a child in Phoenix.  And the one I call My Tree, a...

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Twin winters savored with pages as unique as snowflakes

Twin winters savored with pages as unique as snowflakes

Posted by on Feb 27, 2014

We both like tea in the morning and wine in the evening. We both talk into handheld radios in the summer: she on the volunteer ambulance squad in a little town in northwest Connecticut, I on a fire lookout near Flagstaff. We’re both likely to delight and probably call each other if we hear a canyon wren in an unexpected place. But, unlike those pairs of...

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Getting out to look around with friends in high places

Getting out to look around  with friends in high places

Posted by on Jan 23, 2014

Feeling overwhelmed by distances recently, I parked my truck on Mars Hill where I could see the plateau as a game board instead of a web of gas-sucking, spine-sagging miles.   A train snaked through downtown.  Mormon Mountain hibernated with blue-shouldered grace.  A half-hour of perspective from above nudged my glum mood a bit.  It could be I was TOO...

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