a day in the life

Stretch and I rise to our last day out in the Borrego desert. We get the truck ready to hit...

I had been waiting an entire year to go to San Francisco's annual Cherry Blossom Festival, held in the Japan...

I step out of the vintage trailer and over to the tiki bar, grab a cold Guinness and marvel at...

Perhaps the last time I was on a jet ski was spring break in 1996 when I went to Lake...

It was a representation of Nationalism at it's finest. An Aussie triple threat of music under the Colorado skies at...

As I readied myself for a weekend in San Francisco for the Cherry Blossom Festival, the nagging notion kept bothering...

It's mid-morning when I decide to do one last trail from the Amitabha Stupa, and that is the Chimney Pass...

I've watched my soul brother Ray develop and evolve over the years as a mirror image to my own life....

He stayed up most of the night, letting the Milky Way keep him company. The whiskey wears off as the...

I stop to wish a fond farewell to the goat mayor of Lajitas before I hit the road that will...

I go just beyond the Amitabha Stupa Peace Park to find a network of hiking trails. I have no set...

My time in Big Bend is coming to a close. I swing my leg over Rusty's saddle and get ready...