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Cheeseboro

Posted on July 12, 2016February 8, 2020

The plan was to go and find Jim Morrison’s cave that was somewhere in the Malibu hills above the ocean. Rumors were that Jim wrote most of his poetry there. Yet douche bag canoe vandals repeatedly tagging the rocks in the area forced the park service to close down all trails. The stupidity of the…

Manzanar

Posted on January 24, 2016June 23, 2021

On December 7th, 1941, Japanese forces attacked Pearl Harbor, leading to our country’s entry into World War Two. In 1942, the United States government ordered more 110,000 men, women and children to leave their homes and be detained in remote, military style internment camps. These people were U.S. citizens of Japanese ancestry, and resident Japanese…

Soapstone

Posted on September 20, 2015September 15, 2017

A mostly cloudless Fall day awaits those who slowly awaken this morning. I jump start my motor and head for the Uinta Mountains, ready to ride the fury of Soapstone basin. Small groups of hunters gather around camper trailers, drinking morning coffee huddled next to a burning fire. I dress in bright red to avoid…

time at Trial

Posted on July 25, 2015September 15, 2017

The green leaves guide my path on front of the Great Mountain, clear blue water shimmers before my wrinkled and gnarled fingers. I tie a knot, set my footing on the small stones of yesteryear and reach back and let fly. The mighty hawk is overhead, circling with predatory purpose as I keep a watchful…

chasing Nature’s shadows and light

Posted on December 7, 2014May 21, 2023

On morning’s first light, I rise from the confines of a warm sleeping bag and unzip the tent door. Today I will be chasing the changing light and shadows of an Autumn day in Yellowstone. I hike a frosty trail to the summit overlooking Yellowstone lake. The steam escaping the volcanic fury deep beneath the…

The Blue Pool

Posted on August 17, 2014September 23, 2021

It’s midsummer, and I find myself in a torn flannel shirt and a beanie better suited for winter than hiking dusty trails. I don’t care, they comfort me, shield me from the glances of strangers that don’t understand. I sit on the edge of unsteady rocks and see if my weight will start the inevitable…

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