Month: June 2017

The Mysterious Suspended Bike of Ruston, Washington

Oh, mysterious suspended bike of the Ruston waterfront, who made thee? Who shaped thy strange handlebars? Who bound up thy body in wood and left thee, as though in flight, suspended over the Sound? Where did you come from, you weird artifact? From the depths of someone’s imagination? Or from some place darker? Are you […]

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To the People Along the Path

NOTE: I’m breaking away a bit from the usual Northwest Nomad procedure here and writing about when I hiked the Appalachian Trail in 1998. It’s a piece I originally published in the Prague Revue, a site that has since shuttered its doors, and one that I want out there in the world, still. It’s relevant […]

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