by Peter Ryan | Apr 10, 2026
Our son, Jamie, is 10 years old. Today, after much pleading, he is with me at a cabin on the South Island of New Zealand, a long way from anywhere. There at the head of the valley, the snow looms high overhead, waterfalls cascade off the mountainside and fingers of...
by Peter Ryan | Feb 25, 2026
Beware of over-concern for money, or position, or glory. Someday you will meet a man who cares for none of these things. Then you will know how poor you are.— Rudyard Kipling There was once a land with no people and no animals, just forested mountains and cold, clear...
by Peter Ryan | Sep 22, 2025
Beloit, Wisconsin, was a small town of just 6,000 people, but that was still too many for young Roy Andrews. The boy lived on the western edge of town, close to a mosaic of fields and woods and rushing streams, and those became his solace and his guide. By the age of...
by Peter Ryan | Jul 16, 2025
There is a certain kind of man who can get away with damn near anything. They generally come from a line of charming rebels and often combine good looks with a devil-may-care attitude and a distaste for authority. Standing alone is their superpower, vanity their...
by Peter Ryan | Feb 16, 2022
There was once a land with no people, no mammals, just forested mountains and clear rushing rivers since the rocks were laid down. No deer or antelope, no wolf or bear had ever left a footprint there. That place lay brooding for millions of years, a thing unto itself....
