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A Mysterious White Powder [Losing It]

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The good thing about skiing in a ghost town is that you have the slopes—and the bar—to yourself. And the bad would be obvious…if you believe in ghosts. Well, I don’t. But one day last spring, I found myself wondering. … Continue reading

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The Energy Spot [Dangerous Liasons]

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Here’s the story I read at The Accidental Extremist Launch Party and Reading on May 21. Enjoy — CDB In 1996 I was headed for Scotland from London on a bullet train flying through the forest. Wind and leaves whorled … Continue reading

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And Then It Flew Into Space [LAUNCH PARTY!]

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THE ACCIDENTAL EXTREMIST and LOADS OF PROSE LLC PRESENT: THE DIRTY LAUNDRY SERIES Volume 18: True Dirt from Far and Wide We’re joining forces! On Thursday night, May 21, please join us in New York’s East Village as we officially … Continue reading

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Beware the Mud Falcon [When Animals Attack]

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Now, technically speaking, a Mud Falcon is a beast known to climbers who scale “big walls”, the sheer granite slabs like El Capitán. See, up there, there’s nowhere to, you know, go, and in order to spare the pristine rock … Continue reading

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On A River Asking Why [Water, Water, Everywhere]

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Before I knew it, the Deschutes was tossing me like a
trailer in a tornado, ripping me from my boat and
nearly tearing the paddle from my hands. Continue reading

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Lost Highway [Close Calls]

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Hey, hello, where are you from mister? You like soccer? It was January of 1997, and I was enroute from Kara, Togo, to Ougadougou, capital of Burkina Faso, hoping to continue on to Mali and Timbuktu. Flights were pricey, so … Continue reading

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