The Bois Brule

As often as I write and as often as I fish, I am surprised at how seldom these two very serious leisure pursuits interfere with each other. Maybe because I write mostly in the early hours of the morning and feel no pressure to fish until late in the afternoon, the...

Voyageurs

A month ago Jack, Tom, and I spent a week in Voyageurs National Park. Ordinarily I’d write one, probably two, blogs about such a trip. This year I did not. When I got home, the lawn needed mowing, my legs needed to get back into biking shape, and the executive editor...

Monday, Monday

Some Monday mornings I have a blog ready and waiting. On other Mondays, I have nothing to post. Today is a Monday of the second kind. That, however, is not a bad thing. Currently I am writing a series of nature essays for a book. When Mondays come around and there is...

A Gradual Appreciation of Walden

Walden is one of my favorite books, but my appreciation of it came slowly and not without help. I tried to read the book on my own when I was sixteen years old, but never got past the opening passages about food, clothing, and shelter. In college, I struggled through...

Apple Season

This morning I realized that I haven’t done any pick-your-own-apples this year. At least to Americans, there is a mystique associated with apple trees and apple orchards. Johnny Appleseed, apple cider, and apple pie are as much the American experience as Friday night...
Steven Simpson