sundog

Like you, WTF, Sundog now comes across sacks one mile, two miles, even three miles into the backcountry.

Then, in what Sundog would deem a classic case of the ski-town whatevers, the judge declared a mistrial because not enough local citizens showed up for jury duty.

It’s a moment of true belonging, in which Sundog wonders if these springs rush to the surface intentionally to shelter and cleanse us during our journey across this planet.

Sundog loves to run his toes through verdant lawn as much as the next guy.

Some hikers may indeed consider this a courtesy, but an equal number—Sundog included—find it irritating, or as kids today might say, an act of performative etiquette.

Will the rise of Sundog mean the demise of your adventure travel?

It wasn't the sundog, however, but the glass that warned them.

Sary's wood-pile's nigh gin out, 'n there was a mighty big sundog yesterday; 'nd moreover I smell snow.