Thanksgiving Day 2020

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Thanksgiving Day 2020
A walk through the woods
with each falling leaf
a song      flying bird
and grub searches too
quick darts a gray squirrel
branch to slender branch
bends with the weight of passings ...
A nation                                reflects. 


Bridge to Skookum Wood

Slideshow: New bridge across Kickin’ Mule Creek to Skookum Wood. Now it will be possible to reach the cabin in any kind of weather.

Special Thanks to Tim, Art, and Don who helped make this project possible.


Pandemic Project

May – November 2020 –Bruce’s Timber Frame Virus Hut.

Timber framing and “post-and-beam” construction are traditional methods of building with heavy timbers, creating structures using squared-off and carefully fitted and joined timbers with joints secured by large wooden pegs. It is commonplace in wooden buildings through the 19th century. (Wikipedia)

Slideshow for Cabin Project–

Special Thanks to Tom, Braden, Brant, Avery, Todd, Art, Tim, and others who helped Bruce work on this project.


Professor Skookum

Sher and Skookum Thorne River, Prince of Wales Island, Alaska.

Glacier’s Gunsight Pass– also known as Professor Skookum

2007 – 2020 13 years

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The Zone

This post is best listened to first- please click the audio bar–2 minutes long.

A big buzz circles.

Her head bowed over a biography–

Of Henry David Thoreau.

She ignores


you are…

Bottom grounded.

Her back presses

against the Ranger tire,

and the late afternoon glow

fires the prairie.

But, buzzy


comes back,

rounds her head again

and this time she guesses—

The fuzzy

black- yellow bumblebee

drops like a bomb into a ground-hole

two feet in front her lean crossed legs.

Suddenly the Old dog, Professor Skookum pads past;

Her chest draws tight–

his big foot falls on the spot—


Professor Skookum continues on to drink prairie pond;

Cattail seeds gently parachute to earth

and softly she separates the sugar-rich grass.

   Her words fall … “Are you down there?” –


And then so faintly…  “Hush, not the tomb; I’m in the zone, … I’m in the zone…”

Skookum takes a shallow swim – he shakes and the ring of water- pellets fling jewels– a peacock’s tail. Unconcernedly… in the zone, …in the zone.


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