was not uncommon in the winter of 1971 in the woods of New Hampshire. I was twenty-one. How I came to be there is a story I'll not recount here, at this time. So for me, here now in the winter of 2022 on the north eastern plain of Colorado, at the age of … Continue reading Forty Below Zero
Tag: The Seventies
Korak’s Story: My first Dog
Korak, named after the son of Tarzan, was my first (of many many more) dog. And everyone's favorite, except for Bert. Because his dog Sasha, a big and mean Alaskan Husky, would sometimes fight furiously. It was 1969, Fort Collins, Colorado, and I was a sophomore at CSU. After Teddy and I came back from … Continue reading Korak’s Story: My first Dog