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I do not create a bloggable life. Indeed, most days, like today, are outstanding in their blog-unworthiness. I got up. I dropped off car key...

No, no, I did not lose my life in the Kettle Moraine yesterday, Chuck (note comment to previous post). Though almost. A quiet day in the w...

I ask Ed, the guy I often do stuff with: what's that? What's what? These are trail maps, of course. Why? Why what? Why are you looki...

Yesterday at dusk, I was once again making the backroad run from Steve’s Liquor to Whole Foods and I noticed that I was moving along with a ...

Oh food... By the end of the day, I am ready for it. And on Wednesday, when I teach late in the day, I am ready for someone else to prepare ...

…that if, on March 28th, you stand in the middle of State Street at 6 pm and face the UW campus, you can see a perfectly centered sun, reced...

From a comment to the previous post, I learn that Bloomer, my week-end food stop on a trip up north, is not really regarded as northern Wisc...

He’s lived more than thirty years in Madison and has never poked around the northern parts of Wisconsin. My travel companion (what did I cal...

Two thousand taps hammered each year into trees. Tubes connecting to thick hose, carrying the whole clear mess to a tub in a hut, deep in th...

Did you pick up a detailed map of the state yesterday? I forgot. Wait, you called me from Borders. I told you the name of the map. When did ...

After months of negotiations, numerous emails, a site visit, more emails, committee meetings, faculty meetings, even more emails, I have fin...

Over in the Connecticut River Valley I see they're posting pics of spring flowers already. Here I was, proud of our own little patch of...