Tag: #camping

Fish Lake Resort

I don’t fish. I barely even eat it. But my son said on my way back to Southern California that I should stop by one of his favorite hideaways about an hour east from Medford, Oregon.  Normally, I camp. I had all the equipment… Continue Reading “Fish Lake Resort”

When nothing is everything

I want for nothing. Content. Centered. At the knees of the sacred Sierra Nevada, humbled by the majesty of Mount Whitney. Drenched in the sun, tumbler of filtered water at my side. Just the clicking of the keyboard to stir the silence of this… Continue Reading “When nothing is everything”

Autumn River

May the peace that transcends all understanding pass through you.  Words to this effect, or maybe precisely these words, concluded our Sunday service at Christ Episcopal Church in Redondo Beach, a congregation I was “led” to after my mother died of emphysema in 1981.  As she… Continue Reading “Autumn River”