"Meet you there!" said Gabe, and off he drove to start a backpacking trip.  "There" was somewhere along the Middle Fork of the Snoqualmie River.  We'd meet along the river, he said, and fish our way back to the parking lot at the confluence of the Taylor River and Mid...

I abandoned my Redmond-based-tech-company job back in September of last year, but I still keep in touch with a few folks who are keeping their noses to that grindstone, and I sprung a couple of them on a Thursday afternoon a week ago to make a canoe commute from Lake S...

A couple of weeks ago the biggest square dance game in town, the twice-monthly Tractor Tavern square dance hosted by The Tallboys, asked if I was available to call their dance.  "Of course!" I said.  I hung up the phone (not really, this was all arranged by text) and s...

Nothing builds up fly-casting skills quite like urban catfishing.  And honestly, my cat can use the exercise.

Urban cat(fish) are common in Seattle. These lunkers can be found lurking in shadowy enclaves, cruising in dappled light, and basking in morning rays.  I love...

On the last day of May the Foragers Dinner Club gathered once more for a feast of found food.  The Foragers Dinner Club kicked off in the spring of 2011 -- a group of friends excited to share a meal together.  From the first email thread that got us all going:

The...