How to Climb a Mountain: Walk with me a moment. Winter. Pre-dawn. Climbing a mountain, looming grey silhouette on pinpricked black. A bootpack. Left foot. Right foot. Check breath. Check technique. Check posture. Repeat. Each step, a choice. Each breath, a lesson.
Not Enough Whiskey. Pyre for Dog.
Not Enough Whiskey. Funeral Pyre. July 4th, 2016. 4 AM two days ago, Winter, my dog, died. After coming home and passing out for a few hours, Jennifer and I sat in the living room. Simultaneously, we look at each other and say, “I can’t be here.” I call our favorite cabins on the Oregon coast, cabins we have…