How would you know?

How would you know?

How would you know by Paul Feather I am watching the light fade as the last day of March is swallowed behind the hills of Thacker Pass. Sheltered in my car and bundled against rapidly dropping temperatures, I wait for the stars that I traveled two thousand miles to...
The Potato Bug and The World We Used to Live In

The Potato Bug and The World We Used to Live In

Thacker Pass remembers the world we used to live in. She murmurs these memories in the long strides and white haunches of mule deer fleeing the scents of humans over the sage. She sends her reminiscences in sudden March snow squalls on otherwise sunny days. She...
A Word about Violence

A Word about Violence

Bureau of Land Management (BLM) cops came looking for me yesterday. I was gone on a long walk to the south side of Thacker Pass, but Max Wilbert recorded the interaction. The cops claimed they are concerned about violence at Thacker Pass and they took particular issue...