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Bill Pearse publishes memoir, travel journals, poetry and prose, and lives in the Pacific Northwest.

• The Pacific High and Aleutian Low

  By Bill Pearse on August 27, 2016 • ( 14 )

  

  These posts are from a recent backpacking trip I made on the PCT with my dear friend Brad Shaffer. The post titles are taken from the great climber Fred Beckey from his Cascade Alpine Guide which I have no business owning…. Read More ›

• “These large granitoid intrusions”

  By Bill Pearse on August 26, 2016 • ( 22 )

  

  These posts are from a recent backpacking trip I made on the PCT with my dear friend Brad Shaffer. The post titles are taken from the great climber Fred Beckey from his Cascade Alpine Guide which I have no business owning…. Read More ›

• “The hydrographic apex”

  By Bill Pearse on August 25, 2016 • ( 20 )

  

  These posts for the next week or so are from a recent backpacking trip I made on the PCT with my dear friend Brad Shaffer. The post titles are taken from the great climber Fred Beckey from his Cascade Alpine Guide which… Read More ›

• “Complexes of talus and escarpments, valley bottom alluvium”

  By Bill Pearse on August 24, 2016 • ( 15 )

  

  These posts for the next week or so are from a recent backpacking trip I made on the PCT with my dear friend Brad Shaffer. The post titles are taken from the great climber Fred Beckey from his Cascade Alpine Guide which… Read More ›

• The vertical pattern relief

  By Bill Pearse on August 23, 2016 • ( 17 )

  

  I took the 530 east off 5 toward Darrington, past the town Oso where they had that landslide in 2014 — but the fog came down at Union Slough and though the sun was up it made everything turn ghostly,… Read More ›

• Frou-frou foxes in midsummer fires

  By Bill Pearse on August 16, 2016 • ( 23 )

  

  I dropped the kids off at theater camp with the other awkward-looking children not cut out for sports, pale and withdrawn, future artists: and Charlotte’s outfit, a riot of stripes and patterns — she’s still doing that thing where she… Read More ›

• The pink question mark of chance

  By Bill Pearse on August 14, 2016 • ( 15 )

  

  I asked Dawn if she wants to pet the dog to please do it outside because she’s shedding again and I have to vacuum like every day, and though it’s only the den, it fills the canister in just one… Read More ›

• Touched by autumn’s finger

  By Bill Pearse on August 11, 2016 • ( 16 )

  

  A low pressure system came down from British Columbia, had us in a headlock all week, the house around 60 with the windows open in the morning, you could almost see your breath. I was out in the dark one… Read More ›

• Up Red Marble Quarry Road, Waitts Lake, Washington

  By Bill Pearse on August 6, 2016 • ( 15 )

  I thought it was the shadow of a butterfly but it was just a leaf falling, they’ve started gathering on the ground. More days in the hammock with just the sound of wind chimes and jets, birds, kids: realizing I… Read More ›

• What I learned giving speeches when I was 12

  By Bill Pearse on August 4, 2016 • ( 23 )

  

  In last week’s Democratic National Convention comedian Sarah Silverman quoted her shrink, who said ‘we don’t get what we want, we get what we think we deserve.’ I don’t remember why I chose to compete in an oratorical contest when I… Read More ›