Across the Creek
At barely eight years old, he was scarcely ready to confront a wily old trout poacher. Or was he? Friday afternoon, 14th day of April 1959, with trout season due to open the next morning. I’d turned in my homework, got Monday’s assignments from Mrs. Whitten, and...
Lost in the Woods
The sun is setting, the snow is thick, and the compass you’re carrying isn’t working. Now what?