Month: March 2016

Crossing the Mississippi 

Crossing the Mississippi 

 I slept great and woke up early. I packed in the first gray light and began to follow the bicycle trail that runs along the river. There were many deer and hundreds of ducks and greese, even wild turkeys. I passed a lock and dam 

Camp Dubois, the Journey Begins

Camp Dubois, the Journey Begins

Hartford, Illinois My old smokejumper buddy Ken Coe picked me up at midnight. I locked the door of my cabin and caught the plane to Seattle. After breakfast, I boarded my next flight to Minneapolis. In all my many years of flying around the West I