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  • 1 week ago | shangrilogs.substack.com | Kelton Wright

    No big essay today as I take a little R&R, but wanted to ask a favor of those with plenty. I shared earlier this year that my dear friend Barry lost everything in the Palisades Fire. He didn’t have insurance. He thought after all those years of living in the woods that he’d be safe from the fire living in a parking lot on the coast. The trailer burned along with everything in it, and now the trailer park is moving toward selling, leaving Barry in a dark temporary rental with nowhere to go.

  • 2 weeks ago | shangrilogs.substack.com | Kelton Wright

    I was on our local radio station here a few weeks back, talking about the newsletter and the podcast and the novel, and a woman called in. She lived in the big town over the ridge and she said, in so many words, it’s nice to hear all this, but please don’t tell anyone about this community. I assured her I hadn’t. I don’t share where I’m based, though it’…Keep reading with a 7-day free trialSubscribe to Shangrilogs to keep reading this post and get 7 days of free access to the full post archives.

  • 2 weeks ago | shangrilogs.substack.com | Kelton Wright

    If my memory serves me correctly, and it shouldn’t because I was drunk, I met Kate on a porch at a party. Some people just get it, and Kate did and does. We’ve been steadfast Instagram friends for years, leaning on each other for career guidance (she keeps going up, I keep going… into the woods?) But Kate’s recent move to Whidbey Island, Washington has turned following her into a dreamy reprieve from the real world. And I can’t wait for her to share it with us. Kate, take us away.

  • 2 weeks ago | shangrilogs.substack.com | Kelton Wright

    Shangrilogs is a weekly Sunday essay about slow mountain living — exploring our own natures and big nature. Upgrade to get the Wednesday edition, access to the archive of Chosen Places, and the warm, fuzzy feeling of supporting a parent without childcare. The sun’s out today, and I am asking her to stay. In this high meadow, winter clings with desperation as the sun stands taller and taller with pride, knowing she is nearing again to having beaten the white wonder. But not yet.

  • 3 weeks ago | shangrilogs.substack.com | Kelton Wright

    It’s the tail end of winter here, and mud season is crawling out from the earth on every full sun day. Mud on the car, mud on the doors, mud on boots and socks and pants. If it can’t get muddy, it can’t go outside. Which means every day I find myself in the same clothes, driven by utility, practicality. If it’s not mud though, it’s something else. If it’s snowing, I need to be warm enough to shovel the drive.