Saturday at Christopher Creek
Countless times have I driven past the exit sign to Christopher Creek. It was time for me to finally stop...
Countless times have I driven past the exit sign to Christopher Creek. It was time for me to finally stop...
I had just finished a long travel week for work between Tucson and Sedona. It is July, and my general...
Disclaimer **Please remember that this is a rustic historic ranch house and not a modern hotel. It is a cabin...
Preface** I write this with sadness, as the Ridgecrest earthquakes struck this area hard only a couple of weeks after...
At the southern end of the Puget Sound, just outside Olympia, Washington, is the Boston Harbor Marina. It is a...
The pictures on the website of the hotel closest to the top of Mount Rainier National Park looked so inviting,...
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...
Quiet as a mouse, I close the door to the Flagstaff apartment. It is twenty degrees outside as I sit...
I leave Holbrook as the sun is rising, which means its around 5 a.m. The Petrified Forest is all mine....
I emerge from the pine forests of the Mogollon Rim onto the Colorado Plateau, a straight pathway to the town...
All of the snow that fell earlier in the week has melted, turning the trails in the Vortex into a...