Whitehorse: An update for lovers….of murderous horses, my toilet time, and history
Arriving into a city isn’t normally such a wonderful thing, but since leaving dusty, Dawson Creek, Whitehorse is strangely, rather comforting. There are crowds of people, even in the rain. … Continue reading
Numerous Breakages, some Peaceful Solace and a Murder
Roughly four miles north of Custer in South Dakota, off a dirt, logging road, amongst the stumps of a raggedy pine forest in the Black Hills, was where I found … Continue reading