Stories

The fallen snow does its best to cover the past. The crunching of my boots on the frozen ground is...

The bands had finished their warm ups, and it was time to let us in to the stage area to...

I haven't spent much time in the Southern part of the United States, in fact, I've never stepped foot in...

Could his long lost love be locked away in a tower, just like in the fairy tales of olde? With...

We were all huddled underneath a tree as the winds were howling around us and the rain was coming from...

Driving through the wild Wyoming Mountains with a young hippie girl as "50 ways to leave your lover" plays on...

I'd been in Mexico City about one hour, readying myself to start exploring this new destination. I like to start...

I wake up to the smell of falling rain. It's my first full day up in the mountains of Guanacaste...

1986. The year I got my drivers license, my first car ( a yellow Ford Pinto), and the freedom to...

I've accepted the fact that one must rise up early to get in some Arizona hiking, but I don't mind....

Berkeley is a microcosm of New York City, in my opinion. Each block is a world unto itself, wrapped in...

In the early morning I look down the empty road that leads to the Guanacasta beach in Costa Rica with...