Advertisements It was the end of October, maybe the first part of November (I can’t really recall) that I find myself driving along the Interstate. I have the beautiful desert surrounding me as I return to the Joshua Tree area. This is the start of an annual pilgrimage I’ll be making as long as IContinue reading “The Joshua Tree Homestead”
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Coconino in Winter
Advertisements The snow just kept falling in the North Country of Coconino. Harsh yet beautiful were the road conditions. He finds the gate, unlocks the entry, and then closes it again with a loud thud. Only a black crow hears the sound. He carries on into the unknown. The icy road is treacherous as heContinue reading “Coconino in Winter”
Nevado de Toluca
Advertisements Four years ago, a lone Indian woman quit her job, sold all of her possessions, and set out to travel the world. It’s not such an uncommon story in my world, but one that I find continually fascinating. This particular person, The Shooting Star, wrote about an adventure she had while in Mexico City,Continue reading “Nevado de Toluca”
Turning a corner at Bootleg Canyon
Advertisements A wild hair was gnawing at the base of my neck to get back on my mountain bike. When I get back into something, I go full throttle. I wake at 4am and head on up to Bootleg Canyon in Boulder City, Nevada to get my ride on. Four hours later I arrive toContinue reading “Turning a corner at Bootleg Canyon”
The insta-story family reunion
Advertisements Our family reunions now consist of days spent up at my brother’s cabin in Fruitland, Utah. [the_ad id=”11876″] I’m not complaining, I love it up there. I won’t lie though, I miss the days of going to new places with the family, but that hasn’t happened for ten years, since sister died. Continue reading “The insta-story family reunion”
The Lantern Festival
Advertisements The sun was setting in the Utah desert, clouds filling up with shades of pink and orange as we slowly made our way out to the Lantern Festival. We find a spot and lay out our blankets, then read the instructions to get our lanterns ready. The creative processes of my nieces andContinue reading “The Lantern Festival”
leaving despair in Sycamore Canyon
Advertisements 4.18.17 I had just returned to work after a few days in Mexico City, and I was excited to tell my friends all about it. I was giving one friend some rosary beads she had asked for, when my best friend appeared at her desk, visibly shaken. “My fifteen year old nieceContinue reading “leaving despair in Sycamore Canyon”
Guanacaste
Advertisements Costa Rica would be the first country I would attempt to enter after being denied entry in Montreal. That bitter feeling combined with high anxiety levels were on full display as I approached passport control. [the_ad id=”11882″] Nothing felt as sweet as hearing the click of the stamp coming down, and the bigContinue reading “Guanacaste”
the Cholla Gardens
Advertisements Melancholy mixed with tears covered the man’s face as he made his way through the desert, racing the setting sun. An oasis of chollas appear before him, a giant cluster of prickly beauty, seemingly unreal. He walks into the garden of cacti in a dream-like state of mind. A drum circle of young hipstersContinue reading “the Cholla Gardens”
The Curious incident of the Dog in the Night-time
Advertisements I’ve been searching for the Christmas spirit in earnest this season, which is a 180 degree shift for me. The quest for falling snow and single digit temperatures take me to the Windy City last weekend. Here I find joy in the smile of the Pakistani man that brings me the best MediterraneanContinue reading “The Curious incident of the Dog in the Night-time”