Steve Martin & the Steep Canyon Rangers
I tucked in my shirt, straightened my tie,and caught a cursory glance of myself in the mirror. Time to hail...
I tucked in my shirt, straightened my tie,and caught a cursory glance of myself in the mirror. Time to hail...
Blending as perfectly as cream with coffee, the Bright Angel trail ends and the Transept trail begins. Along the rim...
A clearing ahead gave one its first glimpse of the Nohoch Mul Pyramid rising high above the Yucatan Peninsula. One...
It was 7 am and the temperature was already approaching eighty degrees. A tiny black snake hurriedly scurries in front...
The large and peaceful grounds of the ancient city of Coba awaits me. It is here that I am searching...
The skies were overcast and foreboding as I make my way along the Bright Angel Point trail. Slowly but surely,...
There were only four of us left on our last Sunday in Kenya, and only one that hadn't been to...
The radio crackled, but the message came through with undeniable reality. "Dead. They are all dead. Run as far as...
The previous night's rain did little to damper my plans. I stretch and wolf down a little breakfast before assembling...
He knew it, but didn't want to face the ugly truth. This would be his last time for awhile in...
Comparing apples to oranges is akin to musicians to singer/songwriters. Both are good, yet each is in a class all...
I sometimes dream about what my life will be like if I end up in a nursing home. I hope...