The Clerk Manifesto

  Chapter 23: Paradise Lost The following morning, after sleeping for a long time, clean and dry and warm, in a luscious bed, deep in the st...

  Due to some technical errors (and personal errors too), today's clerkmanifesto post went sideways. This is why I am stepping in with a...

  Chapter 22: The Council I also showered, just for the record. It was in something more like a private waterfall than a shower. It had been...

 Chapter 21: Shelter Three people, robed in something that looked like they were made from puffy clouds, were standing in front of Oliver an...

  Chapter 20: There and Back Again As we stood above, at the mouth of a cave, admiring the secret dell of Paradise Canyon, three people of i...

  Chapter 19: The... Dell Yes. We disappeared into the back wall of a cave in Paradise Canyon. "You can see how it's just a trick o...

  One might think that my tithe of one water a picture a day in my Agua Fria story would satisfy me. But no. I can't write those fast en...

  Chapter 18: Porcupine Creek We had worked our way around into Porcupine Creek. The trail was relatively friendly down to it. First it clim...

As the custodian for Saint Minneapolis Weather Entertainment for the Internet, I am leery of jumping the gun and announcing: WE ARE DONE WIT...

  Chapter 17: Everyday Miracles At some point the Agua Fria Trail joined up with the mighty Bluestone River. Miserably the river and trail h...

  I am, alas, unable to attend my library's half day, spring version of In Service Day. It's not that I refuse outright to attend In...

  Chapter 16: With Loot, Back to Wilderness Oliver and I fled the town of Picog like fugitives. This was a reflection of the wary attention ...