This soggy canyon’s shady waters are colder than they look. While taking a day to trek though it with a buddy, this trio caught up to us as we wrung out our shirts and stood around shivering after our swim. Here’s what happens. There’s an old cottonwood log wedged in the rock with an old stretched out and sun-faded length of rope hitched around it. Shimmy yourself down the rope, jump in the water, and try to breathe between hyperventilations. Paddle, paddle, paddle. It’s about 50 feet ‘till dry land. The second guy said to us, “Can I just jump? Is it deep enough?” 

My buddy and I looked at each other. Why didn’t we think of that?

Making a Set of Custom Wood Mahogany Barstools

Truth be told, I dove into this project without any experience at all with building chairs or stools. One day learned about a joinery method called “the Maloof joint” and became so enamored with the concept that I just had to try it out. It’s a big ol’ notch cut into the seat that’s also modified with a rabbet on the top and bottom, then the legs have to be cut to mate perfectly to the seat. I thought: sure, man, give it a shot. What could go wrong? Turns out, it’s kind of a mind-warp when you get going on it - I stood in my garage one Tuesday night while my wife bathed the kids (sorry, darlin’!) and I undertook the task of staring at my piles of mahogany blanks until I worked up the courage to make my first cuts. My garage is a sacred space where words like shit and fuckyeah work in place of amens and hallelujahs. It’s going great! My oldest daughter enjoys helping, too. But not with the cussing part. These pictures show the early stages - more to come. 

Anyway, I’m going to start posting all of my woodworking projects in my tumblr as a way to keep track of the things I make, and, more importantly, a way to record how I finish a project in case I need to replicate it again. 

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 -