Two Days Shy of 13 Weeks In the Mountains: The Dead Season

Skeletons and carcasses surround us. No, not the spandex, rubber, and cake makeup kinds. Real ones. The dead season is here and while as a city-dweller I was largely insulated from it, I can’t help but pay attention out here. The flies staked out the entryways the last few weeks, desperate to get into the … Continue reading Two Days Shy of 13 Weeks In the Mountains: The Dead Season