The mighty Buckskin Gulch
It was 7 am and the temperature was already approaching eighty degrees. A tiny black snake hurriedly scurries in front...
Stories
biking around the ruins of Coba
The large and peaceful grounds of the ancient city of Coba awaits me. It is here that I am searching...
Bright Angel Point
The skies were overcast and foreboding as I make my way along the Bright Angel Point trail. Slowly but surely,...
Trumpocolypse
The radio crackled, but the message came through with undeniable reality. "Dead. They are all dead. Run as far as...
Trailside Park
The previous night's rain did little to damper my plans. I stretch and wolf down a little breakfast before assembling...
my love for the Swell
He knew it, but didn't want to face the ugly truth. This would be his last time for awhile in...
Singers/Songwriters
Comparing apples to oranges is akin to musicians to singer/songwriters. Both are good, yet each is in a class all...
the rains of the North Rim
The dark and overcast skies held out as long as they were able, but eventually emptied themselves over the North...
Mirror Lake flashbacks
The frost is covering everything in the early morning as Dad tries to get a fire started. "Stay close you...
Soapstone
A mostly cloudless Fall day awaits those who slowly awaken this morning. I jump start my motor and head for...
Cenote Ik Kil
The Cenote Ik Kil was as different from the Cenote Maya as New York is from Los Angeles. You can't...
Walking with Lions
Our small group starts walking quietly down the dirt path with our Zambian guides, in nervous apprehension. The King of...