“Let My Country Awake”
I’ve always loved this poem, originally translated from Bengali, written by Rabindrahath Tagore. In many ways, it captures the essence … Continue reading “Let My Country Awake”
I’ve always loved this poem, originally translated from Bengali, written by Rabindrahath Tagore. In many ways, it captures the essence … Continue reading “Let My Country Awake”
Taylor has gotten to the point where he just plays fetch with himself. We’ve got a spot in the forest … Continue reading A Real Wild Child
The grass is so green! And it’s so wet! I love it! My poppa and I are playing fetch. I … Continue reading FETCH
Taylor loves his sticks. The bigger they are, the more he likes them. Some of his favourite sticks look a … Continue reading Carry Big Stick. Walk Loudly.
While Taylor was trying to decide between two sticks (i.e. tree branches), I was trying to decide whether he’d bring … Continue reading Bring Back the STRUT
Taylor loves his sticks. The bigger they are, the more he likes them. Some of his favourite sticks look a lot … Continue reading The Getaway
Lands End is a magical place. I’ve been there so often it seems like a second home. Whether it’s the … Continue reading It All Starts With the Heart
“The clearest way into the Universe is through a forest wilderness.” — John Muir “This is the best tree-lover’s monument … Continue reading Muir Woods continues
Tuesday’s are meant to be special. We all have things going on. Some of those things are quite a bit … Continue reading Muir Woods
The other day I panicked halfway through our hike up the Marin Headlands. Taylor was nowhere to be found. The … Continue reading Panic