by Art Isberg | Jul 9, 2026
The long pull uphill meant standing on both the bicycle pedals pumping for all I was worth. Sweat rolled down my face to top out as our small town faded away behind me. At the top stood an old abandoned almond orchard, or what was left of one. Scraggily trees with...
by Art Isberg | Feb 24, 2026
I sat in the pre-dawn darkness in the soft glow of the instrument panel of Roy’s 1947 Plymouth coupe, heading out on my very first buck hunt. A 12-year-old boy yearning to be a buck hunter never forgets moments like that. As the old Plymouth began its first climb up...
by Art Isberg | Jan 15, 2026
The secluded waterway became the perfect setting for a lifetime of treasured memories.
by Art Isberg | Sep 27, 2024
One of the great wonders of young boys is never realizing how a chain of everyday events can so forcefully change and redirect your own life in years ahead, even into adulthood. For me, raised up in a 1940s small town in the foothills of northern California’s lovely...
