I went to the pass earlier this week, to two spots where I normally find Prince porcini, the best-of-the-best mushrooms. It’s been warm, but late snows from last month still cover some of the fields, and the ‘shrooms are nowhere to be found. But oh my goodness, the early wildflowers are spectacular. Snow drifts at 11,000 feet and above are …
I’ve cut back on blogging because there are so many blogs and so few experts. But readers always seem to enjoy blogs about the seasonal events where I live, hence this post. As you know (if you’ve followed for a while), summer for me is all about my garden. (And golf and fly-fishing.) I’m waaay up in the …
A sow bear in Alaska wants me. Local fishing guides call her Nasty Pants. I call her something much worse. Our first encounter was five years ago. I was minding my own business while fishing for trophy trout at Brooks Falls in the Katmai Wilderness. Nasty Pants came barreling around a large willow stand, huffing and teeth-clacking and making …
It’s that time of year. Summer is fading and the mountains are turning daffodil, pumpkin, and scarlet. Our lows are in the 40s and the light is softening. The changes on this mountaintop warn us (about as subtly as a clanging gong) that winter is coming. Animals have picked clean the berry brambles and the rose hips are bright red, …
