Author Archives: Nick Arndt

To the casual, everyday folk who make the scitter-scattering drive from northern Indiana to southwest Michigan, the mundane experience probably doesn’t spark any particular euphoria worth noting. The ever-changing, zig-zaggedness of the primarily backcountry roads is probably the reason most of these folk possess selective amnesia, rather than jubilation, when describing the drive. I’m alsoContinue reading “ON the CORNER of FLYNN by Nick Arndt”

I’m not quite sure know how to properly begin this post, so I guess I’ll just start by putting my thoughts to paper. First off, you may be wondering what the hell my “Mini Dark Place” is and why I choose to share such a thing, so, hence, I will explain. There is a North Face athleteContinue reading “MY MINI DARK PLACE by Nick Arndt”

Henry David Thoreau once said, “Methinks that the moment my legs begin to move, my thoughts begin to flow.” This morning, for me, that was definitely the case. Recently, setting out for a run at 6am has been the norm. A two-hour run that starts in complete darkness seems completely unsustainable, but by turning offContinue reading “WORDS by Nick Arndt”

Once more into the night. Banking on faith, in spite. Every shadow has fallen. Echoes of wolves a callin. Safety at his expense. Courage, the best defense. Enduring pride and will. Any chance of a kill? Sincerity in his eyes. Running low on supplies. Bitter the cold, the dark. Hoping luck will give a spark.Continue reading “THE LAST HUNT by Nick Arndt”