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Running in the Dark

Tue, 10 Mar 2026 00:00:00 +0000

I am not a morning person. I have never been a morning person. For most of my life my alarm was set to the latest possible minute that still allowed me to shower and get out the door without being completely unacceptable.

But last October I started running at five in the morning and I have not stopped.

How It Started

Insomnia. I was waking up at four thirty anyway, lying in bed scrolling my phone for an hour, then dragging myself through the day feeling like garbage. One morning I just put on shoes and walked out the door. The walk turned into a jog. The jog turned into a loop around the neighborhood. I came back twenty minutes later feeling more awake than I had in months.

Switching to Linux Full Time

Sun, 01 Mar 2026 00:00:00 +0000

I have used Macs since 2010. MacBook Pros, iMacs, the whole ecosystem. I liked it fine. It worked. But somewhere around 2024 I started getting frustrated. The hardware was getting more expensive, the software was getting more opinionated, and I was spending more time fighting the OS than using it.

A friend had been running Pop!_OS for a couple of years and would not shut up about it. So I installed it on an old ThinkPad just to try it. Two weeks later I wiped my main machine.

The Year I Learned to Actually Cook

Sun, 08 Feb 2026 00:00:00 +0000

For most of my twenties I ate like a raccoon. Whatever was available, whatever was fast, whatever came in a box. Cooking felt like a chore that other people were good at and I was not.

Something shifted when I turned thirty. I think it was boredom more than anything noble. I started watching cooking videos at night and one weekend I just decided to make a bolognese from scratch. It took three hours and it was mediocre. But I made it and I ate it and something clicked.

Building a Workshop From Scratch

Mon, 12 Jan 2026 00:00:00 +0000

It started with an empty concrete slab and a table saw I bought off a guy on Craigslist for eighty bucks. Six months later I have something that actually resembles a working shop, and I figured I would write down what I learned along the way.

Start With the Floor

Everyone talks about tools first. Ignore that. The floor matters more than anything. I spent two weekends laying down interlocking rubber mats and it changed everything. Standing on concrete for hours wrecks your back and your motivation. The mats cost about three hundred dollars total and they were the single best investment I made.

Visit to Palouse Falls

Sun, 28 Sep 2025 00:00:00 +0000

You drive through an hour of nothing to get here. Wheat fields and sky, wheat fields and sky, and then the ground just drops out from under everything. The canyon appears without warning — one minute you’re on flat farmland and the next you’re looking down into something ancient and violent.

The falls drop about 200 feet into a basalt amphitheater carved out during the Ice Age floods. The same floods that ripped across the Columbia Plateau and scoured everything down to bedrock fifteen thousand years ago. Standing at the rim you can see the layered basalt columns where the water cut through millions of years of lava flows in a matter of days. Geology doesn’t usually make you feel small but this place does it.

Evening by the Lake on the Bike Trail

Tue, 12 Aug 2025 00:00:00 +0000

There’s about a forty-minute window in August where the light on the trail goes from golden to purple and the lake turns into a mirror. I almost missed it. I’d been riding since Plummer and my legs were done, but the trail curves along the shoreline right at Harrison and everything just opened up. The air smelled like warm pine and lake water. A couple of herons were working the shallows near the old railroad bridge pilings. No wind at all — the kind of still where you can hear a fish jump from a quarter mile away. I pulled over and sat on one of the benches they put in along the trail. Didn’t even take the photo right away. Just sat there for a while watching the light change. The Coeur d’Alene mountains across the lake were going from green to blue to almost black. When I finally pulled out the camera the moment was already different from the one that made me stop, but it was still good. It’s always good out here. The ride back to the truck was in near-dark and I scared a deer at the Chatcolet bridge. Worth it.

The Mallard Larkins Lookout

Fri, 04 Jul 2025 00:00:00 +0000

The trailhead starts where the road gives up. Fifteen miles of dirt past Avery and then another six that make you wonder if your truck is going to make it. But that’s the filter. By the time you’re on the trail there’s nobody else around.

The lookout sits at around 6,800 feet on a ridge between the North Fork of the Clearwater and the St. Joe drainages. It’s one of those old fire lookouts that the Forest Service abandoned decades ago but someone keeps patching up out of love. The windows are mostly intact. There’s a logbook inside with entries going back years — people writing about the weather and the wildflowers and the feeling of being somewhere that cell phones don’t reach.

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