Still hiking

Not dead.

You Orthorhombic Pangolins

Hey. Well met, I say.

It’s me again, your favorite not-in-the-neighborhood ne’er-do-well who does Lord-knows-what while being who-knows-where, and the only thing we all understand is that there is probably food involved because otherwise, dear reader, we would starve.

Flights, Plights, and Ancient Arctic Sights

In which I narrowly escape being trapped on a windsled for a month and a half with 6 Spaniards and a Venezuelan

No Greenland

Dagnab it

Some winter COVIDtime updates: boats? and science? and teaching?!?

Hey, ya hoolie baloogans!

Finishing up in boatland

Hey, humans! I’ve been quite busy. Turns out when global pandemics destroy your minor plans, there’s not much else to do but quietly despair for a moment or five and then! FOR PLOTTING! Some intrepid characters have been inquiring about the new adventures I’m embarking on. New adventures? NEW adventures? First of all, best beloveds,

When in doubt, table that ish.

Hey folks!

This isn’t much of an update. I just built a table, and like a small child, I must now show it to you all.

And then, there’s this

An Inuit-design-based Arctic Windsled.

SHIPS. And chickens. But SHIPS.

Hey, hooligans!

Long time, no speak. I hope you all are well, feeding your neighbors in this time of troubles and all that jazz.

Love in a time of uncertainty

This one is really long
I am sorry
so sorry