Desert Views
It was either November or December, I can't recall for sure, but the temperature was twenty degrees and snow was...
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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....
Organ Pipe’s Desert view under Jedi steps
Darkness is quickly enveloping the desert landscape as the old Jedi pours the last of the moonshine down his parched...
Navajo Bridge
The open road winds through the Navajo Nation like a slow moving snake. Your thoughts can easily be swallowed up...
The Final Huzzah
The month of March was filled with some of my greatest Arizona memories to date. The strange and bungled, botched...
Swashbuckling Spanish Pirates & Muddy Wyld Men
The final weekend of the Arizona Renaissance Festival was here. My Saturday Huzzah was filled with two hilarious shows, the...
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 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...
Of Falconry, Glass Blowers, and Nasty Well Wenches
Twas another glorious weekend at the Faire, and the full regalia was out. I wander on over to the ancient...
Mountain biking at Usery
In what seems to be a never ending quest to find new things to do here in Arizona, Usery Mountain...
The Carefree Art & Wine festival
Sunday morning and the television was on the local news. I was sipping coffee and really paying no attention, the...