Driving on Interstate 55 north of the construction zone earlier this month I earned a new bit of respect for the eastern red cedar tree. While I still harbor some ill feelings, seeing several small soldiers poking through the piles of plowed snow, sleet, slush and slop in the chunk rock median proves the tree’sContinue reading “Roadside cedars prove their power after recent winter storms”
I've known an Outdoors Dan, Outdoor Steve and others, but the name Outdoor John stinks.
Don't Call Me Outdoor John 