My Walkabout

"Hey, you should drive up to St. George this weekend and we'll go golfing." Best text I received last Spring....

I didn't know anything about The Heard Museum when I bought a ticket, as I was just looking to pass...

Winter's grasp is loosening it's hold on the mountains above Flagstaff. I head to the Kachina trailhead to see how...

I need to start writing more frequently, as time is moving quickly, like the last remaining sands that fall through...

Over the years as I have driven the lonely road between Flagstaff and the North Rim of the Grand Canyon,...

I hear rumors about a vintage RV trailer park in Bisbee where one can rent any number of old school...

I leave the Coronado Cave and jump back on the dirt road that seems to wind up the mountainside. I...

The Coronado National Monument is an area I pass by when traveling to Bisbee or Douglas. When I heard that...

The lands where Arizona, Nevada and California meet is a vast desert wasteland. A zombie apocalypse in waiting. A place...

I find my sleeping quarters for the weekend in Oatman, the aptly named Rock House just on the outskirts of...

I learned about the historic Route 66 town of Oatman from my niece. They were in Laughlin, Nevada for some...

99% of the time, history is written by the victors. I find this adage to be very true if one...