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It started with a simple conversation while in Cancun. A local was telling me how great Mexico City is, and...
It started with a simple conversation while in Cancun. A local was telling me how great Mexico City is, and...
It was in the summer of 1995 that I went to my first and only Grateful Dead show in Salt...
I make my way up along the Salt River, this time the destination is Saguaro Lake. Dark clouds are in...
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...