My Walkabout

After a morning of mountain biking followed by an afternoon at the Pima Air and Space museum, I make my...

April the thirteenth, two thousand and nineteen. It is a rarity that I recall the exact date of something, but...

Quiet as a mouse, I close the door to the Flagstaff apartment. It is twenty degrees outside as I sit...

I leave Holbrook as the sun is rising, which means its around 5 a.m. The Petrified Forest is all mine....

I arrive into the town of Holbrook like a champagne bubble floating along a pink cotton candy sky. Along old...

I emerge from the pine forests of the Mogollon Rim onto the Colorado Plateau, a straight pathway to the town...

All of the snow that fell earlier in the week has melted, turning the trails in the Vortex into a...

It is a perfect Spring day here in Arizona. The windows are down as I wind my way back to...

The old man rumbles along in the high desert, heading back to Chocolate Falls. Water is flowing this time, although...

I was with her from 1990 to 2002. We raised her three children, bought a home, tried our best to...

...and now let us get back to the music. The work week had just ended, and so I transition from...

I hear from a couple of social media outdoor advocates about a random road they found in Northern Arizona that...