Tag: nature
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The Silent of Superior
This is a blog story I wrote shortly after graduating college. It was originally uploaded here, but must have been deleted at some point. Thus, I have reupoladed it for your reading pleasure. Enjoy. In spite of the pale moonlight drifting down from above, it was difficult to discern the positively violent waves rumbling to…
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The Funeral of a Species
This is a piece I published in American Heartland Magazine. If you are interested in more of my work, please go check out our latest issue at americanheartlandmagazine.com Once, not that long ago, nearly one-half of all the wild birds in North America were passenger pigeons. At the moment the first pilgrim’s boots touched the…
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The Back Ditch: Where Anything is Possible
Behind my parents’ house lies a narrow strip of land—a shallow ditch choked with honey locusts and gnarled maple trees, their branches tangled in a chaos of vines, thorny shrubs, and poison ivy. As an adult, it’s easy to see it for what it is: an untended boundary line offering a modest bit of privacy…
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What Are You Supposed To Do In Alaska?
There was a peculiar relief that washed over me as my feet finally found solid ground after a night spent battling the relentless sway of a ship at sea. The firmness beneath my soles offered a strange comfort, a stark contrast to the perpetual motion of the waves. On the open water, I learned to…
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Same Fish, Different Day
A quick disclaimer: I am by no means an expert in spin fishing, fly fishing, or any other kind of fishing, for that matter. However, I have been fishing, in one way or another, my entire life. Mostly, I stick to regular freshwater fishing, which is probably what most people are familiar with. When I…
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Twelve Hours In… Sheboygan, WI
Not everyone always wants to take cross-continental road trips or spend hours on a plane to have new experiences. In this series, I look for those towns, and other rarely talked about locations that may be worth a quick day trip or weekend adventure. I spend twelve hours in a place, exploring, talking to locals,…
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In the Wake of a Giant
There is a strange intimacy that comes from going on a road trip with another person. No, not the type of intimacy that lovers have, but an inimitable closeness born from two people cooped up together for hours upon end in a metal cocoon on wheels, whirring toward a destination. There is an unexpected familiarity…
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