The Clerk Manifesto

  Chapter Seven: To the Vail of the Creek "Hey, wait!” You exclaim. “I came here to read the long story of your many decad...

  And now let's take a quick break in our historical narrative to share a brief, true-life anecdote from my library: We get our fair sha...

  Chapter Six: To Canticle Rim The first full four days of my hiking were a misery of adjusting, to the trail, to discomfort,...

Chapter Five: A Full Day's Hike The previous night, which was the first of my trip, I stayed up reading as late as I could. I was sc...

  Chapter Four: The Departure Driving at the break of dawn to the town of Durado with my friend, a sense of unreality was upon me. I ...

  Chapter Three: Packing With both you, the reader (hi!), and I, the author, eager to get out on the Agua Fria Trail to see wha...

Chapter Two: The Plan The logistics of a 2,754 mile solo thru hike are not simple. And when these logistics met up with me as the pr...

The Agua Fria Trail Hiking 2733 Miles Looking for Water  Chapter One: I am scared When I was 22 years old, after a youth of anxious leisure ...

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

  I'm not really at the Japanese Temple.  If I were at the Japanese Temple I might look over and see this. "Wait." I could say...

  My friend, who may or may not ever much read my blog these days, wanted to see the waterfall I showed him on my phone as it turned to ice....

  It's cold in the church, and getting too dark to look at the large metal printed photographs of water strung all along the two apse ai...

  You head down the apse looking at photos of water, printed on giant panels of metal, and hung between marble columns. There are a bunch of...