The Boriquen
In the early morning I look down the empty road that leads to the Guanacasta beach in Costa Rica with...
alone
Little Colorado River Gorge
The Eastern entrance to the Grand Canyon is a long and desolate path in winter time. Tourists have dissipated, and...
Oils! Oils! Oils!
I'm the son of an immigrant. My mother came to this country from Australia when she was eighteen years old...
Lenox Crater. Cinder Hills. Alone.
I barely remember the Cinder Hills or Lenox Crater. I think I was outside of Flagstaff. Yes, that sounds familiar....
Soldiers trail
I rise in the woods of a September morning to the sounds of crackling fires and bluegrass banjo's being tuned....
leaving despair in Sycamore Canyon
4.18.17 Â I had just returned to work after a few days in Mexico City, and I was excited to...
Horseshoe Bend
I had about an hour before sunset when I pulled into the parking area where the trail to Horseshoe Bend...
Guanacaste
Costa Rica would be the first country I would attempt to enter after being denied entry in Montreal. That bitter...
my U-Turn to Superior
A thousand times have I passed by the U-Turn sign that would take one to the town of Superior. Â ...
The Cliff Dwellers
I had crossed the Navajo Bridge and was heading along highway 89A towards Freedonia and eventually Kanab, Utah when a most peculiar...
The Mickelson Trail
It was a beautiful Autumn morning as I woke up in Deadwood, on the day of the 46th year since...
The cliffs of Elwood
Emerging from Goleta Grove I can hear the old familiar sound of ocean waves breaking on the shore. Roads crisscross...