Up Moses Creek: A Siphon Does Not Sip
Ready?” I shout over my shoulder up towards the pond. I am straddling the end of a long, white plastic pipe filled with water, its end taped shut with a wrap of 5-mil plastic.
Up Moses Creek: Coyote Howl
I was hiking in the woods above our house at sunrise when coyotes began to howl behind me, and they howled and howled.
Up Moses Creek: I’ll Fly a Ways
It takes something special to draw me out of Moses Creek — there’s so much here to see and do and write about.
Up Moses Creek: The Red Maple
The air was still and frosty when I started up the trail that November morning to watch Black Mountain light up in the sun.
Up Moses Creek: You come too
If happiness can be found in simple things, then Moses Creek is the place to look. And often those things are seasonal, which adds the element of pleasurable anticipation to their arrival.
Up Moses Creek: ‘It’s a Wild World’
I hiked up the ridge behind our house early one July morning and saw an eastern box turtle with a millipede in its mouth.