Purveyor Of Truth, Beauty and Sweat
In the crisp, star-drenched silence of the Black Hills, high on the Rubicon Trail at 6,500 feet, I froze one autumn night in the late ’90s as an immense shadow eclipsed the heavens above me. What began as a low, vibrating rumble—like the earth’s own frequency thrumming through my bones—swelled into the passage of something colossal, blotting out the entire … Read More
