Dan White

Thanks to Mr. Victor White for contributing this theme-appropriate photo, taken during a recent visit to Paris. http://cactuseaters.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default

I will be reading — and going on the radio — very soon in San Francisco, the East Bay, in San Jose and other locations. Here is what I have lined up so far for the near future. Please note the changed date (same time) for the San Jose State reading below. Saint Mary’s College of California, Creative Writing Reading SeriesMoraga, CASoda Activity Center7:30 p.m., September 24 (Wednesday) San Jose State UniversitySan Jose, CAnew date: 7:30 p.m., September 30, TuesdayReading at the Martha Heasley Cox Center for Steinbeck StudiesFifth floor, Martin Luther King Jr. LibraryReception to follow. Books Inc In The CastroSan Francisco, CA(2275 Market Street) 7:30 pm, October 2 (Thursday)Books Inc. in the CastroReading and signing Livermore Public LibraryLivermore, Ca2 p.m., October 5 (Sunday.)Reading and signing http://cactuseaters.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default

More advice for travel writers … Summer is coming to a close, which means one thing: you are probably contemplating one last serious backpacking or day hiking trip before the cold weather and September obligations come slamming down. You will probably bring a digital camera out into the woods with you and take thousands of pictures of mountains, lakes, streams, people and woodland creatures. But if you decide to take pictures, do me one favor. Label your photos! I am speaking from sad personal experience. During my wilderness sojourns, I took approximately 3,000 pictures — and I did not label a single one of them!! Now, I am at a total loss about the pictures. I have forgotten the identities of almost all the people in the photos. I cannot tell any of the crags, lakelets, streams and sylvan landscapes apart. Now, when people look through my photos and slides,…

Run, don’t walk, to the corner of Castro and Clipper today. There (unless some mean person has removed it) you will notice a large box of free books that someone has left on the sidewalk right next to the bus stop near the coin-op laundromat. The box is filled to the brim with such books as “The Ninety Days of Genevieve,” “The Romance of Lust,” and “My Darling Dominatrix.” I even overheard someone with a very dramatic voice, loudly reading such passages as “whimpering in tight-lipped grunts,” “straining sinews,” and “both girls awaited tensely, knowing that a spanking was imminent.” Whoever left this box removed all of the covers, which was a very cruel thing to do. However, the person left a helpful sign on the top of the box, lest there be any confusion. “SMUT!” it says. (Addendum: I drove past the intersection yesterday, and noticed that someone has…

This is old news for many of you at this point, but I was surprised to read, in Tom Stienstra’s column, that two Bay Area hikers saw a black bear this week at Rancho San Antonio near Cupertino. It’s a beautiful open space area where you always see vitamin-D deprived programmers going on long runs with “Got Code?” T-shirts. By the way, there is a slight connection between my book and Rancho San Antonio, once the home of the unfortunate Elisha Stephens, a pioneer and homesteader who appears in The Cactus Eaters(Stephens helped open up what became known as “Donner Pass,” got zero credit, and died a bee-keeping, bitter grump in Kern County. Apparently he’s in an unmarked grave.) Rancho San Antonio is my big escape every time I feel like going to points south and warming up but don’t have the time to get to my beloved Santa Cruz….

This just in, an interview with the writer Alexis Wolff, in Brave New Traveler magazine. And yes, the bearded scarecrow holding the knife in front of Mount Shasta is me. (That photo is living proof that you need to eat quite a lot of calories on the trail or you will look like a walking skeleton after a while. You can burn 6,000 calories a day out there. When I started out on the trail, I weighed around 200 pounds. When it was all over, I weighed about 160!!) P.S. — see entry below for reading/signing appearance list, updated today with a new SF appearance. http://cactuseaters.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default

I used to be known as the “Pigpen of the Trail” or “Dirty Dan.” This nickname came from the simple fact that dirt, dust, gnats and trail grime clung to me, my gear and my clothes. In many photos from that period of my life, it looked as if someone used my T-shirts to scrub the dirt off a bison or a water buffalo. However, I am not taking my title, or my trail name, for granted. If you can provide visual evidence (i.e. an emailed jpeg photo) that you or any of your hiking friends are bigger dirt magnets than I was, feel free to send them here — but let me know if I have your permission to put them on the blog. (If this happens, I will also have to change my trail name into something else.)Meanwhile, here is some visual evidence: http://cactuseaters.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default

A while back, I wrote about a cache of very old and mysterious letters and photographs that I found in a crawlspace in my apartment (I live in the Haight, in a house that pre-dates and somehow survived the San Francisco earthquake.) I took another look in the crawlspace this weekend, and found dozens of items that are even older and stranger than the first batch. I found a 70-year-old letter from Camp Curry, Yosemite, begging the recipient for cash and urging a response about an undescribed “serious matter.” I also found a vaguely menacing letter, urging the recipient to march in a parade scheduled for Labor Day, 1926. “Remember,” the letter reads. “You will be conspicuous by your absence!” I also found a King of Hearts playing card from the turn of the century, an identification card dated Dec. 31, 1937, an advance advertisement for Steinbeck’s Cannery Row, and…

As of Aug. 2 (Saturday) you will be able to download a podcast of my talk with Evan Kleiman about trail food on KCRW. This week’s program also talks about cupcake fetishes, food allergies, natural wines, chicken curry and more. http://cactuseaters.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default

I had quite a profound and spooky experience exploring a remote canyon in the Utah outback some months back. If you’re interested in reading about this place, here is my story, which appeared in Backpacker Magazine. By the way, I am glad to say that this place is extremely well-guarded and patrolled. It is also quite difficult to reach. I hope that people visit this place and tread lightly here for many generations to come. (As a disclaimer, I should add that this place is pretty subtle. Don’t expect anything too dramatic. For me, it was mostly about the peace, the solitude, the atmosphere and the wildlife — I saw a black bear, many wild turkey, snakes and lizards galore.) http://cactuseaters.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default