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The man with the dragon fruit tattoo

Door gunner Abe Rosenberg sat on deserted Doc Let beach, not quite gazing at the islands across the darkling bay. The vestiges of another tropical night lay like varnish on the casuarinas, and the sands were white as lime. Abe’s dug his toes in and faced the onset of dawn. Fat and smiling it arrived, flourishing coral wrinkles and sprouting …

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Hiking with Saint Elmo

Lauterbrunnen. The secluded dale that inspired Rivendell. The Holy Trinity of Leviathans. The storied Eiger. The beguiling Jungfrau. The strapping Monk. Highways and byways and advanced levels of brinkmanship. The Hidden Valley of the Falls. Ideally wingsuited to adrenaline-junkies– and the Japanese. Lo! The continuous citadel of rock, sheer and stupendous, rising up the view spectacular, ranging down into oblivion. …

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All along the watershed

Deep in the woods, on a four-day hike to nowhere in particular, I met an old codger sitting by a campfire, sipping spirits from a tin cup. I joined him and thus met Way-Out Willie, rambler, raconteur, picaresque hero of the unpaved road. Turned out Willie was in his 9th year hiking the length and breadth of America’s watershed trails, …

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A Tale of Three Fish

Get a load of this! Groundbreaking research, conducted at Queenstown University’s Aquatic Laboratory for Oceanographic Observation and Deep-Sea Experiments (QUALOODE for short), has shed new light on what it means to be a fish in and out of water, revolutionizing our understanding of evolutionary biology, and revitalizing the human drive for meaning and fulfillment. The now world-famous QUALOODE experiment involved …

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Track 12

One evening, in a train station in a town, I took a wrong turn, and ended up taking the stairs to a platform besides a track that was numbered 12. The place was empty and clearly out of use. There were loose wires sticking out of the grimy steelwork and plastic traffic cones stood idly on the rust-caked tracks. No …

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Forest Musings

Traveling one day, I happened on the Muse of Travel, sitting on a bole in a moonless wood, combing the locks of her near-translucent hair. White-robed and unriddled, she wore the unmistakable ring of the Nine, its gold signet depicting the twin emblem of the compass and globe.  The world was silent but for her mellow hum and the raking …