Ashland

The Lure of Libby

Just one pancake, but it’s as big as the dinner plate. The edges are nearly jutting over the side. “We told you,” the hunters across the wide wooden table are saying, nodding knowingly as I reach for the maple syrup. … Continue reading

Fish Camp Remote

When you have to get to a place by floatplane, you’re either heading somewhere or into the middle of nowhere. Either way, it’s time to take off. Naturally, we fall into the rhythm of the camp. I go to the … Continue reading