Citizen Saint

Old enough to know what I love.

It’s also old enough to realize you’ve been half-assing some of it.

So I decided to stop.

I want harder dishes. Better knife work. Camp again. Fish cold rivers. Bad coffee before sunrise. Roads I haven’t driven. Campsites I haven’t found. Meals good enough to remember ten years later.

I grew up in Los Angeles, where the ocean was home and the mountains were down the road.

Now I’m in Texas.

So I’m learning this country from the middle out.

Texas dirt. Arkansas rivers. New Mexico sky. Oklahoma backroads. And every chance I get, California again.

Citizen Saint is the record of the whole damn thing.

Food. Fire. Family. Fishing. Long drives. Old songs. New places. Failed attempts. Better attempts. Ridiculous ambition. The occasional terrible idea.

I’m not a chef.

I’m not an outdoorsman.

I’m not here to teach anybody how to live.

I just know what I love.

And I want to see how far I can take it.

Might as well leave some evidence.