I’ve been making stuff out of wood lately. It’s strange, or maybe not so strange, how life bends and curves with the pressures of having a space you call home and the desire to hit the road to see new places. When I can’t break away to travel, well, I make something with my hands to experience something new. So I made these hanging wall shelves for the kitchen. They hold wine bottles and other shit that’s not nearly as important as wine.

It’s no ordinary Willys CJ series, at least that’s what the hostess at the lodge told me. I was renting a cabin near Cooke City, Montana right on the creek and spotted a 1970s era Land Rover stashed in the garage. Around the corner then was this rusty, dilapidated, rode-hard-and-put-up-wet Willys. I started snapping pics. The lady stepped out from behind a screen door and said, “That used to belong to John Wayne.”

Autumn morning -

Autumn morning -

Star gazing in the 21st Century with a 6-year-old girl

Star gazing in the 21st Century with a 6-year-old girl

The best thing -

The best thing -

A watched pot never boils. Nor does a campfire light.

A watched pot never boils. Nor does a campfire light.

Tags: campfire fail

Breakfast -

Breakfast -

"These guests of mine make my house grand" - Eskimo song
This is my backyard. Those are some of my friends. Earlier this year I put in a paver patio. Those crazy bastards celebrated the new patio by coming over, bringing margaritas, and sitting down to tell jokes, plan adventures, and re-spin our old worn-out stories.

"These guests of mine make my house grand" - Eskimo song

This is my backyard. Those are some of my friends. Earlier this year I put in a paver patio. Those crazy bastards celebrated the new patio by coming over, bringing margaritas, and sitting down to tell jokes, plan adventures, and re-spin our old worn-out stories.

It was dumb luck. Last weekend my little tribe went with some friends and their kids out into the mountains of northern Arizona to recharge the batteries. We all have small kids in school, kindergarteners and first graders mostly, and the realities of homework, chores, and raising well-mannered little shits has become a one big fucking mountain for us all. It piles up, all the things you need to do as a parent—let alone as an individual. So we band together about once a month to blow off steam, play in the fresh air, and leave town for a few days to go find a little adventure. We hit this spot perfectly. We pitched tents under tall green ponderosa pine and these gorgeous aspen turning a perfect fiery gold, cooked tasty food, drank beer one after the other, told tall tales, snuggled with our kids around a campfire. If we’d been a week sooner or later, it just wouldn’t have been the same. We’re gonna make it, I think.

It was dumb luck. Last weekend my little tribe went with some friends and their kids out into the mountains of northern Arizona to recharge the batteries. We all have small kids in school, kindergarteners and first graders mostly, and the realities of homework, chores, and raising well-mannered little shits has become a one big fucking mountain for us all. It piles up, all the things you need to do as a parent—let alone as an individual. So we band together about once a month to blow off steam, play in the fresh air, and leave town for a few days to go find a little adventure. We hit this spot perfectly. We pitched tents under tall green ponderosa pine and these gorgeous aspen turning a perfect fiery gold, cooked tasty food, drank beer one after the other, told tall tales, snuggled with our kids around a campfire. If we’d been a week sooner or later, it just wouldn’t have been the same. We’re gonna make it, I think.