My cousin AJ and I were floating down the Meramec River earlier this spring when I mentioned the pretty purple flowers along the bank. “Sweet Williams, I think,” he responded with a degree of confidence. “That’s impressive,” I replied. I was feeling pretty good about just noticing the flowers and acknowledging something besides the waterContinue reading “Finding flowers on a float trip and everywhere else this spring”
I've known an Outdoors Dan, Outdoor Steve and others, but the name Outdoor John stinks.
Don't Call Me Outdoor John 