Year of the Rattlesnake?
Last Saturday afternoon I went out for a jog following my usual path, a narrow trail through the wilderness. With each step I took I heard them. “Shkshkshsk”. “Shkshkshsk”. “Shkshkshsk”. The now all too familiar shake of a rattler’s tail. They were all around, on each side of the trail, some close, others far. [Read more →]
