The map had them labeled as beach campgrounds, tied to little seaside towns. As the […]
Everything must end
The sign was barely visible through the thick morning fog…Salton City Beach. I gripped the […]
fireworks from the other side of the world
If the truth be told, I hadn’t been a part of a countdown to a […]
me and the Salton Sea
The cold, snow and ice has gripped my hometown in a killer’s vice, the inversion […]
Starting with Owl (part 1)
The blogging world is a curious one indeed, and can sometimes happily lead me to […]
Morning in the Sand Pit, followed by a cleansing at Zapata Falls
“where man himself is a visitor who does not remain” My breath is visible in […]
Mosca
I first heard about North America’s largest sand dunes from Runaway Juno on her blog. This […]
one with the buffalo on the Canadian plains
Softly creeping down the old wooden steps to the lobby for morning coffee, I catch […]