His hands held high for hours now, he cautiously rests them crosswise on his head. Still miffed and mystified as to how this invisible man in the woods had gotten the best of him, he tries to think backwards in time to figure out what he had missed. His first inkling that something was amiss was returning to the creek area after his meal. The tech pants, Columbia shirt, and underwear he had left to dry after their daily morning washing were nowhere to be found. He keeps walking with his head down and eyes on the earth thinking about how little food he had had today, burping up the egg remnant of the two-person backpacker meal he was still picking from his teeth with his tongue, although he had eaten it hours ago. Fat and unhappy on day three of his new woods living adventure, he was already concerned about a week from now. Mostly he was wondering what went wrong. Following his tracks in the opposite direction, he also wondered where the other set of tracks were ....
C.M. Halstead is a life long adventurer torn between his writer’s cave, exploring, and pondering, he spends the rest of his time off-trail hiking, fishing, and seeking solitude. Early careers and titles include, USMC, Procurement, NAI Certified Interpretive Guide, Boss, and the hardest one of all, Dad.
He writes his stories on an old bus he is converting, the planned completion date between now and his 30th novel; this does not stop him from driving it around the American Southwest’s wilds seeking the places of solitude he needs to create the next story. He does not discriminate in the length of the stories he writes, each hero’s journey is as long or as short as it needs to be, no fluff necessary to tell the tale.
Self banished from “town� and away from its distractions, C.M. Halstead crafted The Tripper Series, Earned innocence, Mongers, and Not Eligible to name a few. As a highly focused creative, he is usually working several stories at once and has 20 creative works in process. Regularly accused of depleting his readers of sleep, his stories are an escape from the grind eliciting the use of PTO, sick days, and late nights under the covers.
At the skate-park with my single digit son and ran into another Dad who was their with his two daughters. Rad Dad conversation aside, self-publishing came up in conversation. This human had self published several non-fiction works and suggested I write something and publish it so I can find out it is possible.
The result of me stepping through my writing fears and self publishing something just to prove to myself that I can, is The Tracker. The Tracker was inspired by a conversation I had with a customer of mine. At the time I was taking tourists into the red rock backcountry of Sedona, Arizona. This customer informed me they were confident they would do well in the desert because they had watched a survival show on it. I also know many people are rescued within sight of Town or pavement because they are over their heads. Henceforth a story about a tracker and someone that is over their head in a couple different ways.