I venture back out to the Cape when the realization hits me. “This is the birthplace of America“. Standing on the shoreline, looking out across the water, I can visualize the first ship that sailed through these waters to land at Plymouth Rock. Hopes, dreams and fear must have filled the senses of those early…
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the tiny Blue Heron house
After leaving the Long Canyon trailhead, I head on over to the town of Clarkdale to find my accomodations for the night. As am I driving, I reflect back to the year 2003 when I moved for the first time to Arizona. I just started a new job six months earlier, and the weekly travel…
New Year’s Day 2021 finds me back at The Narrows
“Following a traditional path works for most but if you ever find yourself feeling misplaced in our modern American culture, there are other options. Hiking long trails and existing on very little income is a viable alternative. Traveling the world to pursue adventure and explore unmarked terrain can provide more satisfaction then living out the…
The Covid Wild Alaska Adventure – Alone atop Eagles Point
The clouds are closing in on the valley this morning, swirling in misty circles over the mountains. Imagine if you will the Lonely Mountain from the Hobbit or the Led Zeppelin song. I walk along the creek looking upward, then head over to the main lodge to see if any of the guides are around….
The Covid Wild Alaska adventure – biking to Wonder Lake
The row of mountain bikes catch my eye as I was exiting the bus upon my arrival to the Backcountry Lodge. Although I had just decided to rest and heal during my time here, I thought that a little bike ride along the lone Denali park road wouldn’t hurt. A little drizzle was falling as…
The road to Denali
“There is a patience of the wild—dogged, tireless, persistent as life itself—that holds motionless for endless hours the spider in its web, the snake in its coils, the panther in its ambuscade; this patience belongs peculiarly to life when it hunts its living food.” It’s been a full seven days since I first arrived in…
Weatherford
I rise slowly from the comfort of a twin mattress bed, the night is just starting to show signs of reprieve. Legs are slow to respond to movement, and for a brief second I want forego another hike. Somewhere deep inside me, where cells interlink with cells that interlink to a human nature that has…
Back to the San Tan Loop
This Covid summer seems to be one of early morning bike rides. The sun is just peeking over the San Tan mountains, filling the valley with soft yellow light. I came to escape the stresses of the world, with a nagging feeling that I’ve been here before. 5:30 a.m. and I pedal through the soft…
Fuji
The entire room was pitch black as he enters, the distant sound of rumbling storm clouds penetrating the darkness. He waits a few moments for his eyes to adjust, then slowly makes out the bean bags on the floor, all six feet apart. Silent beings laying still, watching the black and white world before them…
Into the breath….New Wonderspaces for 2020
The man ventures out into this new world, eyes darting warily for danger as the mask is securely on his weather beaten face. One can’t tell friend from foe when a face is hidden from view. He enters a mall, a place that will soon become a relic in this modern online shopping age, but…
The Queen Valley
The first outbreak of the Corona virus has hit a nursing home in Kirkland, Washington. This is my industry, yet none of us were overly concerned at the time. I should have listened to my inner voice more closely to the warning it was trying to heed. Instead I became wrapped up in “end of…
Climbing Picacho Peak
For the last sixteen years I’ve passed by the mighty Picacho Peak, standing like a lone gunman in the Sonoran desert, halfway between Phoenix and Tucson. I’ve often wondered if there are hiking trails that lead to the summit, or if you can only traverse the base of this prehistoric landmark. A massive winter storm…