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I’ve been blacksmithing less lately due to the extreme heat and humidity. It’s tough to want to turn a 95 degree garage into a 110 degree garage just to play around a little. But I was missing it and I … Continue reading →

I have often maintained that I would rather paddle ten miles than portage one. With the Paddle and Portage, you don’t really get a choice. 1.5 miles paddle, 1.5 miles portage, 1.5 miles paddle again. The start is Monte Carlo-esque, … Continue reading →

I hate 5:30 AM alarms. For some reason, 6:00 or 6:15 are fine. But 5:30—it’s like being robbed of the best sleep of the night. This morning I got up to go to WISC-TV (Channel 3 in Madison) to visit … Continue reading →

We had a fun evening placing pots of purple loostrife beetles in the marshes around Upper Mud Lake. The damselflies were hatching and colorless tenerals were landing on our arms, paddles, gunwales, hands, and anywhere else they could land. It … Continue reading →

“Bad writers … are nearly always haunted by the notion that Latin or Greek words are grander than Saxon ones.” – George Orwell That’s an interesting notion. Having a classics background, I suppose I tend to lean on Latinate words … Continue reading →

Upsides of attending the Door County Sea Kayak Symposium: 1) Really great people. I am always amazed at the quality of individuals that kayaking attracts. The whole Wagon Trail was full of paddlers in various stages of wetness (bone dry … Continue reading →

This is a post from my crackberry, something that scares me a little since it’s really easy to say something embarrassing, like “pubic” instead of “public.”. Typing on this keyboard requires arachnoid digits otherwise it’s like typing on a regular … Continue reading →

Life is good. Talk to you next week… Canoe(and kayak)lover

Could these be River Bluets? They’re a species of concern, and damsels are scary-difficult to identify, even with a picture and a lot of looking. The problem is that their taxonomy is so subtle and the differences between them so … Continue reading →

My silly daughter. She got a hold of my label maker and started going nuts. Our friend Megan had the misfortune of being in the house when the labels started flying. Tongue. Uvula. Duodenum. Elbow. No one escaped the carnage. … Continue reading →