Bright sunshine, warming temperatures, and a gentle breeze greeted us as the mules grunted under their burden through a spectacular winter wonderland. A forest fire nine years earlier had left a maze of ghostly trunks that now stood like frozen stick figures in stark contrast to the fresh blanket of wind driven snow. Adding to Read More …

I’m sitting on a ledge overlooking a big valley sloping west. A lot of Mahogany, quakes’ in spots, along with canyons of green pines going up opposing slopes to my right, some cliffs are there and we have a view point off one of them. Tom Dowland and I have tied our four mules to Read More …