My Walkabout

I barely remember the Cinder Hills or Lenox Crater. I think I was outside of Flagstaff. Yes, that sounds familiar....

I haven't seen California this lush and green in....forever. I think the plane has taken a detour and I've been...

Darkness is quickly enveloping the desert landscape as the old Jedi pours the last of the moonshine down his parched...

When I first read about little old Kanab having an annual "Balloons & Tunes Festival", I couldn't believe I'd never...

The open road winds through the Navajo Nation like a slow moving snake. Your thoughts can easily be swallowed up...

The month of March was filled with some of my greatest Arizona memories to date. The strange and bungled, botched...

The final weekend of the Arizona Renaissance Festival was here. My Saturday Huzzah was filled with two hilarious shows, the...

I rise in the woods of a September morning to the sounds of crackling fires and bluegrass banjo's being tuned....

4.18.17 I had just returned to work after a few days in Mexico City, and I was excited to...

I had about an hour before sunset when I pulled into the parking area where the trail to Horseshoe Bend...

Trains are my favorite way to see the world. You get the old world nostalgia seeing the steam rise from...

I had never even heard of the band Sigur Ros before, but I know my instincts well enough by now...