I’m hoping you’re all getting your hands on the latest issue of Catamaran (which is analog-only, by the way, and you’ll see why when you get your hands on the magazine. Reading it is a very tactile experience.**) And thank you to all the great feedback and messages about the new issue. Catherine Segurson did a beautiful job with the design and layout; you will not find a more beautiful-looking lit magazine anywhere. Here is a brief excerpt of my interview with Lawrence Weschler, “Convergences, Chance Discoveries, and Going Back to Kindergarten,” featured in our summer issue. Weschler has been a staff writer for the New Yorker, and finalist for the National Book Critics Circle Award for Nonfiction and the Pulitzer Prize for General Nonfiction. Of late he has directed the New York Institute for Humanities at NYU. Here he is describing an ongoing artistic disagreement between the artists Robert…
Month: June 2013
Images from the Pacific Crest Trail
in light of my recent return to the PCT, I thought I’d post some shots (new and vintage) and some illustrations and cartoons from various locations on and around the trail. Here goes. And by the way, I am so impressed by this new generation of clean, well-scrubbed trail hikers. As you can see, when I hiked the PCT, I did not place much of a premium on cleanliness at all. I’ve scrambled the sequence to test the memories of all you trail obsessives. (Do you think you can identify the various forests and mountains where these pictures were taken?) If you’re a true PCT old timer, you surely remember the kind-hearted, porkpie-hat-wearing fellow who appears in two of these pictures … http://cactuseaters.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default
My return to the Pacific Crest Trail (and I just saw a big fat bear!!!)
Happy to report that I returned to the PCT for the first time in a very long time, and I had the chance to meet five through hikers and talk to them for a little while. Four were polite but slightly grumpy and tired looking — probably because they are lugging 50 pounds of pack weight across the mountains! Oh man. My back ached just looking at all that pack weight. I met another through-hiker near the San Joaquin River. He was carrying very little, his pack looked really light — and he was smiling like he was having the time of his life! Anyways, it sure was great to meet all those hikers. I told them all that I was a PCT walker, class of ’93 and ’94. By the way, I found it really strange that none of the hikers had seen a bear at all when I…