You could let yourself get down with the weather if you weren’t careful out here. Worse in the late fall and winter but spring could be tough for the long patches of rain too, the dreariness. Maybe that’s why Seattle… Read More ›
I went back up Cougar Mountain for the first time in a long time. Back to Shy Bear Pass where the trail splinters off in many directions. There was Fred’s Railroad Trail to Clay Pit Road, the Cave Hole Trail… Read More ›
Four years ago Russia invaded Ukraine while we vacationed at Laguna Beach over mid-winter break. I was two months into my no-weed sobriety and a year without alcohol. Going to a place as beautiful as Laguna Beach seemed cause enough… Read More ›
The Issaquah Alps are a series of mountains in western Washington stretching along Interstate 90 between Lake Washington and the Cascade Range. No peak is higher than 3,500 feet, roughly 1,050 meters. I’ve climbed the Tiger Mountain trails, Cougar Mountain… Read More ›
Reflections on recovery, post punk bands Joy Division and The Fall, the braided nature of the past and present.
The house on the lake road sold and now with it occupied the lights weren’t on 24/7, making it look like a gallery showroom in the dark. Instead just the porch and a room upstairs were lit in what must… Read More ›
It might have been our one shot at snow this winter in the lowlands, though scant. At the trailhead the sign meant to say Discover Pass Required but someone had whited out the P so it said Discover ass Required…. Read More ›
It took me all week to eat the Frito pie, that 70s classic of sautéed beef and chili powder, canned enchilada sauce, fried onion, beans, melted cheese and corn chips. When I served it for the Super Bowl people just… Read More ›
This is a hard one. There are the memories you go back to and savor and then the ones you shy away from. Some are non-memories, like moments that could have been memorable but got squandered. It all swirls around… Read More ›
On one end of the sky the crescent moon, an earring made of boneand on the other the rising sun, soft candlelight—in between there was us, the earth, with all blue above.Winter’s teeth still on the wind. Birds beckoning for… Read More ›
Bill Pearse 