Stories & Adventures

6 stories in this category.

Caminos Trick

In the small beach town of El Palmarcito, El Salvador, the nights are cool and crisp. The Gutiérrez brothers are asleep in their hammocks hung between the teak wood pillars of their run-down rancho-style home their late father, Humberto Sr., built nearly three decades prior. Chico awoke to his dog, Camino, a light brown coated, black-masked Beagle mix, licking his left-hand dangling from his hammock. Chico opened one eye and scratched Camino on the head to greet him. “Hola, Camino.” Chico mutter

Mr. Hall Had An Idea

Thomas Hall poured a cup of steaming hot coffee into his dented and scratched tin mug.

Rogers Ferdinand

On the outskirts of Rogers Cove, near the last turn of the river Angus, lived a boy named Percy. One evening, just before supper, young Percy was skipping rocks on the Angus, when he noticed something strange. The sky across Humble Valley began to change color. The quiet mountain air began to fill with the sounds of honking horns, shouting voices, and clinging metal. It was the mountain city of Excess.

Ten Minutes Till' Midnight

It was the first freeze of the winter in the North Carolina mountains. We needed to make sure the pipes wouldn’t freeze. I’d settled into the top-shelf bunker in the makeshift pump house, re-reading chapter thirteen...

Red Belly Water Snakes

Thirty minutes before sunset – the golden hour for photos and exercising cow-dogs. The plan was to take the Jeep to Bobcat Landing and let Dirt swim in the swampy black river and practice herding alligators. “Jeep,” I say to Dirt. He lets out a screeching bark, runs out back, and jumps in the passenger seat. We crank the CJ and the Allman Brothers and just when I eased out the clutch, I realized I forgot the road beers. I threw it in neutral and cranked the volume so I could keep listening to Gr

Take Us Home

BEHIND THE POOL house is a maze of logging roads. Turning and weaving through hundreds of acres of forest. Every turn is either a dug-out mud hole or a freshly fallen tree. In the summer, you can’t go twenty feet without face-planting into a Banana spider web. They ain’t poisonous, but they do leave a quarter size red pump if they bite ya. When I get bitten, I make a point to show it off and tell people it was from a Black Widow. If there was ever a dog built for running all day, it’s the Cow Do