Our little section of Maine has become a hot bed for oyster beds. I’m sure there is a scientific reason for that, but that’s above my pay grade. All I know is that everywhere you look, there’s another oyster farm and retail outlet. As such, oyster prices are very reasonable. That seems to be the case most places, because the oyster industry’s main outlet for sales, restaurants, has, understandably, seriously shrunk. While I feel bad for the oysterers, we, the consumers, benefit from lower prices. Sam Sifton in The New York Times wrote about that phenomenon this week in his article, Know Your Food. Among other things, Sam encourages you…

Rippers have to learn to be flexible when weather conditions interfere with plans.  So when monsoon rains prevented me from teeing off one morning with my friends, I headed for the pond, rod in hand. One of my goals has been to catch a fish with a fly.  Ever since I saw the film, A River Runs Through It, I have longed to recreate the river scenes with me as the leading actor. Luckily, I have access to prime trout streams both in Utah and the Pocono Mountains.  A while back, pre-Covid, I took advantage of a three-day clinic for women given by the High Country Fly Fishers, a chapter of Trout Unlimited. Patient…

My dad, Sid Rose, turned 100 on June 15! Need I say more? Probably not, but I will anyway. Especially since this is Father’s Day! First, an update. Some of you may have noticed we have been missing in action for the past few weeks. In fact, it’s been over a month since we last posted Mountain Biking My Way. We haven’t lost interest, but we have been busy! Gail was wrapping up her stranger-than-fiction school year, and we were getting ready to head east for almost 2 months. We drove from Park City, camping for 2 nights, until we arrived at our cottage in Buck Hill Falls, PA, where…