China Trip 2019 Review #2- Dragon Pavilion in Kaifeng

AT THE DRAGON PAVILION IN KAIFENG, site of an astonishing temple from the Qing Empire, I had the chance to make the acquaintance of this beautiful young lady, holding tight to her cotton candy. My brother Bruce, who accompanied me for the entire trip, is seen with me at the the base of the temple, similar in scope to ancient

China Trip 2019 Review #1- Friends

FRIENDS: I have taken a couple days since my return from China to process and absorb the extraordinary things I saw and experienced and the wonderful people I met. That’s going to take awhile. I will be returning for more trips in the future,


HELLO FRIENDS: RETURNED TO U.S. YESTERDAY AFTER AN INCREDIBLE 2 WEEK SPEAKING TOUR OF CHINA. More to come on that. As we descended to Seattle from over the Pacific, watched the dawn break over Mount Rainier—seen here looming it’s head into the clouds—fine welcome and a very fine sight to behold. On my way back to Good Old Minnesota now.

Preparing to Leave for a Speaking Tour of China

IT IS A BUSY DAY AT THE CHURCH O’ THE PINES, as one of the caretakers—me—is preparing to leave for a speaking tour of China. This requires much help from the other caretaker—Kathy—as I am not a very Organized Person.


ENTRANCE TO THE GOLD MINE ON RAINY LAKE’S BUSHYHEAD ISLAND. Active 125 years ago in the days of the Rainy Lake Gold Rush, and boomtown Rainy Lake City, now completely vanished. Yes, gold was found here, but never in sufficient quantities to make anybody rich.

Who Remain Steadfastly Bright-Eyed

HERE AT THE GRAND ESTATE FONDLY KNOWN AS THE CHURCH O’ THE PINES, home to Old Turtle and other literary figures, it is a misty, moisty Sunday. The temperature has swung wildly between about 48 and 52 degrees, the sky varying between gray and very gray.

The Father of Waters is Gone

HERE AT THE CHURCH O’ THE PINES, the Father of Waters is gone. It is hidden by a morning fog of Sherlockian dimensions. The river, gone. The far shore, gone. The silhouetted pines stand and lean against a soft, gray wall, as pictures in an art gallery. From far away, the highway sounds moan and grumble, but softly, most of


FOUND THIS OLD TURTLE ON MN HIGHWAY 23 near Oak Park. A Snapper about 15” long, she was flipped on her back on the asphalt, spinning around with the wind blasts of every car and truck that passed over her—none of whom stopped or slowed down. Managed—with her enthusiastic opposition—to move her to safety in the marshy ditch. Aside from

This Little Fellow trills and squeaks and scolds

THIS LITTLE FELLOW trills and squeaks and scolds every time I go in or out of the Fawn Island Cabin, all but announcing his intentions of breaking and entering and homesteading this fall/winter once we depart. If so we will return to find a mess in the spring and little Sciurus Hudsonicus and I shall have a problem. But thus