I fantasized regularly about having a good woodpile. For me, woodpiles always represented a unique combination of order and comfort. Everything in its right place. But after three days of splitting wood every part of me hurt. On the third… Read More ›
This is a series of posts from three days out on my favorite stretch of the Pacific Coast. The posts don’t need to be read in order and serve as a memoir experiment with side-stories from related trips and themes… Read More ›
Men need caves to be their base-ass selves, to giggle and fart and talk nonsense because that’s what men do best, being men. I’ve thought about why men prefer pissing in the outdoors, will even go out of their way… Read More ›
Bill Pearse 