Bandit’s Midnight Run…

Bandit’s Midnight Run…

So, no lie, there I was: Standing atop a fence post, on the shores of an alligator infested lake, at zero dark stupid, waiting for an overzealous dog to return to his owner (who left me there in case the dog came back while he moved our camping gear across the lake)...
Pick Your Line

Pick Your Line

The weekend before last, a buddy and I decided to take a trip to Long Creek, SC, camping and spending time on the beautiful Chattooga River,  doing things we probably shouldn’t have been doing. But, it was all in good fun. Besides, a little whitewater heart rate...
I Don’t Know What to Say

I Don’t Know What to Say

Well, I didn’t. At least not until now.  I have sat for hours writing what could potentially be blog posts for you to devour. I have written very little. I find it hard to write anything other than poetry. Yes, putting words together in the form of poetry is...