A Cowboys Brew I stepped out of my truck into the icy mountain air. My silver spurs clinked as my brown Ariat boots hit the frozen dirt. I stood there for a moment and ran my hand around my belt … Continue reading A Cowboys Brew: The Bitter Sting of Yerba Mate in the Mountains
Hunter’s satchel full of Yerba Mate I stepped out of my truck and shut the door behind me. The night was cold and clear. I looked up where I could clearly view the eternally endless depths of the cosmos that … Continue reading Hunting & Yerba Mate: A Primordial Ritual
If you haven’t read Part 1 yet, head here to start the story. “The house is just down this street,”Hill told me as we turned down a sidestreet from the main road. Hill slowed down in front of a … Continue reading The Journey of Yerba Mate Part 2: “Quieres un Matecito?”
The Journey of Yerba Mate Part 1: A Hot Sip of Peace in the Beast The musky smell of the city never goes away. When I first arrived almost a year earlier, the smell was foreign to my senses and … Continue reading The Journey of Yerba Mate Part 1: A Hot Sip of Peace in the Beast