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I survived being outside the day before. Although the virus is invisible, the feeling of your body being attacked with...
I survived being outside the day before. Although the virus is invisible, the feeling of your body being attacked with...
You lose the structure of time out here on the ranch. The horses don't recognize 6 a.m. as time for...
I found the tour company Eco Ride Mexico on trip advisor while planning out my daily Puerto Vallarta adventures. What...
Captain Tripps is taking over the world, yet I will try to resist the temptation to let fear take hold...
Is there such a thing as the quintessential American holiday getaway? This is the question I was looking to answer...
The smell of coffee is on my breath as my eyes adjust to the early morning light in Christopher Creek....
Countless times have I driven past the exit sign to Christopher Creek. It was time for me to finally stop...
Back up into the White Mountains of Eastern Arizona I go, ready to ride. I still have her on my...
April the thirteenth, two thousand and nineteen. It is a rarity that I recall the exact date of something, but...
The old man rumbles along in the high desert, heading back to Chocolate Falls. Water is flowing this time, although...
I was with her from 1990 to 2002. We raised her three children, bought a home, tried our best to...
I hear from a couple of social media outdoor advocates about a random road they found in Northern Arizona that...