Dang. I don’t know where to start. Been gone a month, but I’m back in the northwest and happily so. River is one and walking. I’m twenty-seven—still a lad, I know. Summer is rolling along nicely. Some friends have arrived from other places; some are on their way out.

I still have a lot to say about solo-sojourns in the backwoods, current writerly worries and impending boat-building mania. For now, I just needed to get something out here so I can move on and into a more regular flow. River says geez dad. And I agree.