A bi-monthly visit to B. Frank’s deep research facility, where the air is rich with the dark brew of developing stories, imminent outrages and shameless amusements that affect denizens of the Interior West.

Talking Interfaced Red State Blues

Talking Interfaced Red State Blues

by B. Frank July 16, 2012 The Ragged Edge

Outside, three Ponderosa pines shed needles onto a yard that is dry as an old man’s fart

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April 1907. Mud cracks in clay deposited by the Colorado River in Baja California, Mexico. Photo: C.E. Grunsky, U.S. Geological Survey

River-folk in Academia-land

by B. Frank May 31, 2012 The Ragged Edge

A recent account from a couple of recent Colorado College grads who’d paddled the length of the Colorado River toward the Sea of Cortez has gotten me thinking of Tolkien, hobbits and lords of the ring.

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On Traveling Local — Etiquette for the Dirtbag Diplomat

On Traveling Local — Etiquette for the Dirtbag Diplomat

by B. Frank March 15, 2012 The Ragged Edge

Look at the face. Make eye contact. Smile. Nod.

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A Paradise of One’s Own

A Paradise of One’s Own

by B. Frank January 12, 2012 The Ragged Edge

These mountains have never been seen by humans, though “discovered” almost 60 years ago. I’ve been contemplating these mountains for a couple of days now, and here is what I see.

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Confessions of a Down and Outer

Confessions of a Down and Outer

by B. Frank November 3, 2011 The Ragged Edge

No matter my security measures, a current trend has now breached the research facility, and it has me eyeing fellow patrons while wondering, “Does this one have satisfactory documentation?”

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Incongruities of Place

Incongruities of Place

by B. Frank September 7, 2011 The Ragged Edge

Here I am, entering another small town after yet another week spent haunting a wild river and its scenic wilderness environs, this time with a now (mostly) wilderness-and-scenery sated group of fellow travelers.

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Why I run rivers, lurk in dark places, dawdle in secret oases

Why I run rivers, lurk in dark places, dawdle in secret oases

by B. Frank July 11, 2011 The Ragged Edge

Back in the research facility, bleary-eyed from staring at online documents, and stiff-necked from puzzling through a virtual tempest of predictions and planning processes, I figure that I shouldn’t keep all the fun to myself.

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Bright Enough for Ya?

Bright Enough for Ya?

by B. Frank May 24, 2011 The Ragged Edge

Come in outta the sunlight, will ya? There’s cold beer an’ whatever else might strike your fancy over there in the shadows, but step over here first.

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