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Carthage
Near Three Creeks Lake. The color of wheat, with deep brown eyes and a tiny black nose, a tough little street puppy found us one late night in Carthage, Missouri. She had worms and fleas and no home....
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Shadowy Future
I just overheard the boys, now five and three, chatting in the bath. “Jack,” Leo said, “dinosaurs are dead. People have never, ever seen them alive.” Saturday, while on a little adventure in The...
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Big Mountain, Little Dog
With Mount Rainier hovering, Ryan Trebon rolls on during the Rapha Gentleman’s Race This summer, while photographing a bike race, I popped out of the woods and rounded a bend on Pittsburgh Road above...
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Snow Days
“This is the best vacation ever,” Leo announced. Jack agreed. Sara and I smiled. We hadn’t gone very far or done a whole lot or been gone very long. But as these guys get older, it seems they keep...
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Clown control at Pickathon
We were at a little Mexican tienda up in St. Johns the week before Pickathon and couldn’t resist getting piñata for Leo’s birthday morning bash, which fell on day two of the festival… All smiles....
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Cyclocross: Learning to compete, and be sweet
A few weeks ago after pounding out a kiddie cross race, Jack, age 4, asked with a slightly disgruntled tone, “Papa, why doesn’t anyone ever win the kid race?” It’s true, I told him, no one wins. This...
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Paradise Found
Leo and I were reading a book recently. A character mentions that living in a country with libraries in every community must be paradise. Leo stopped me. “What’s paradise, Papa?” I told him it was the...
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Puppyville
This puppy thing. I thought it might be easier this time after experiencing the tiny years with a couple of boys. After all, you can put a puppy in a crate and walk away. They eat and drink when you...
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Life in the trees
San Juan Island, Washington I might have to start calling him Cosimo, after Italo Calvino’s character in The Baron in the Trees. Leo has been spending a lot of time in trees these days. It’s no doubt...
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To the Horizon
© Tim LaBarge As Leo struggled to fall asleep tonight, I leaned on the doorframe, willing to talk just a little longer. I didn’t want to get sucked into his tricky ways though. He has a knack for...
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Arts, Crafts and Fishing Gear
I sighed quietly. Seated across the table, Leo, 7, looked up from his homework and asked with such gentle concern, “Papa, is it hard to be a parent?” “No,” I told him. “Well sometimes things might be...
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The Leo and Jack Trail
When you become the proud owner of two explorers, it’s best to just sit back and observe. I try to direct the flow, to keep up, but in the end I wind up watching. They dig, throw, study, pick, prod,...
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Message in a bottle
I thought it was a pop bottle that was snuggled tightly into the sea kelp near Crescent Bay, on the Juan de Fuca Straight. The canoe bumped it gently and the boys reached to retrieve the discovery. It...
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Recreational Vessel
Summer hangs there like a basket, waiting to be loaded full of memories and feelings. We paddled the Columbia River Slough, the Willamette and the Siltcoos Rivers and we talked about time and birds...
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